Monday Morning

This poem is dedicated to nature, the best source of inspiration for millions of people on earth.

I woke up on a May Monday,

To find the grass all green and gay;

The sky was painted striking blue,

O’ God I love that morning hue.

 

The cobwebs dropped their diamonds down,

The spurts of light had cleared all frown;

The shroud of fog had given away,

To signal birds to find their way.

 

Fluttering, chirping they flew around,

To show their glee, in the new found dawn;

In unison, they flew so high,

And vanished in the morning sky.

 

And there I stood by my window pane,

And looked the sky in all its shine;

I cannot express what I had felt,

I’d never known when I had knelt.

 

What wondrous magic had nature spew,

noticed I, one of the many few;

My heart was sobbing in delight,

Witnessing the battle of night and light.

 

 

 

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