Crystal pearls on blades of grass, dance in early light,
while finely feathered voices sing, to praise the morning bright.
Harmonies of natures songs are heard while all are sleeping,
given to the dawn of day, as moments meant for keeping.
Rythmic chimes of a mantle clock, broadcast a new days dawn,
while sleep filled eyes, pull under wraps, to keep from morning sun.
Gently morning rises up, to invite the world now sleeping,
come enjoy lifes early praise, their moments meant for keeping!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan