Morning Poem

Lavenders,  gardens, the fair butterfly

Gold, sun rising across the blue sky

Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling

Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking
The warmth of the sun, glittering across the fields

Buzzing bees, smooth sailing airs, some wildlife

Smell of burning food, hawks hunting for food in the hamlet

Warm airs rush forward, drying the grasses that were wet
The beauty of the morning rise from the inside

When the lights wake, when it comes to abide 

In the early mornings; our blessed Natures gift to everyone

Brings succour to our hearts, through the beauty we have seen