Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Special Morning Poem

Morning is dawning
as daylight appears
while all its voices
come sing in my ears.

Morning is waking
from slumbering night
so to display then
the bright morning light.

Morning is dawning
and setting the view
there as a stage scene
with red yellow blue.

Morning is painting
and mixing so well
all of the colors
on a life's carousel.

Morning is dawning
and saying to me
take a look quickly
at all I can see,
for morning's breaking
to the bright morning sun
leaving the morning
to surely be done.

©By Bill Pearce