The Day's New Sun
Across villages and country lanes
Below church spires and weather vanes,
The mornings mist, like ghostly veils
Floats o'er the hills, the fields and dales.
Upon the flowers, morning dew
Glittering, in lustrous hue.
Across the land all are waking,
Ready to start the day anew.
The days new Sun begins to rise,
Revealing azure morning skies.
Happily we greet that golden ball,
Bringer of light and life to all.
Early birds begin to sing,
Full of the joys that mornings bring.
In full throated song they greet the Sun,
Their serenade loved, by everyone.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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