Hens and chicks in barnyard dance, begin their morning struts. Joe rooster blows his cock a doodle do, while kiddies stretch and fuss.
The sun peeks through the eastern dawn, declaring day's new light,while birdies harmonize in praise to dismiss the darkest night. Dew sparkles in the early light, like golden diadems, as gems enhanced by sunly rays, to crown a kingly king. Brilliant floral colors, kissed by the new days damp, while smallest creatures in playful romp, they daily food will hunt. The grazing deer in meadows green enjoy their morning meal, tree's seem to stretch in arms of praise, for Heaven's glory still. Her cooling breezes kiss the air, to awaken all who sleep, come and greet earth's early sun, partake in morning feast. Smells of foods prepared by those of gentle graceful hands, fills every room with flavors, that cause kiddies to rise and stand. See the the facets of the morning, smell her fragrance sweet, receive the gifts she's come to give and taste her morsals treats. Hear her gentle music played on timbrels of the winds, arranged by cords of natures limbs, her message she will send. The symphonic chorus of mornings song cries awake to early sun, rise and shine come meet with me, to greet the early dawn!
Written By Barbara A. Carlan 5/15/1997