Best Happinessmorning Poems
It's morning sun rising.
The trees are alive with music
from the birds welcoming in the
morning.
Not a beat is missed not one.
Harmony filling the morning air.
I sit sipping coffee inhaling
every note.
As I listen to their songs I wish
it was me up there.
Singing and sharing such beautiful
music.
It's morning sun rising.
The trees are alive with music
from the birds welcoming in the
morning.
i look out my window
i look upon the trees,
i see the sunlight
beating down on the green leaves,
i hear the birds singing,
i see the sky so blue,
everything filled of beauty
it reminds me of you,
the sky is clear and crystal
and not a dark cloud in sight,
guess when i was sleeping
it was a beautiful night,
i wonder if i am dreaming
that the sun is really out
as this is Scotland
the place that never gets a drout,
i sit upon my bed and
have a good old stretch,
then am move my little hand
and scratch my little head,
i gently rub my eyes
to see if its still true,
the sun is still beating down
so think a will grab my shoes,
going for a walk in the morning
will surely open my eyes
to walk in the sunshine
this is a nice morning surprise,
there is a little wind blowing,
gently through my hair
if i had any cobwebs
they will surely disappear,
i go for the morning paper
to see what new things begun,
will look at the horses
to see if i have won,
guess its time to go home
and have my breakfast to,
better gets some food in me,
to start this morning good,,,,
This Morning of a Snow
To lie in bed
this morning of a snow
when neither of us
has to go
anywhere for hours
at least. To sprawl
and talk of what
we hope for.
Better, what we know
the years will bring
and contemplate
just knowing
we can see it all
up there
on the ceiling
all aglow,
our life
played out
in color now,
this morning of a snow.
Donal Mahoney