Song Of Morning

a poem by thenorm

 

The Song of Morning

So nice to hear

As the pine trees

Sway

In the Melody.

And the birds dance

And play,

Make their nest.

So nice to see.

Whispers on the wind,

Sweet echoes,

Harmony -

Words surround me,

Caressing me.

And the Song of Morning,

In all its glory,

In all its splendor

Lives on.