A Monday Morning Poem by Grace Gardiner

The sun is rising over the fields
I tilt my head in wonder
Listening to the birds sing in perfect harmony
The corners of my mouth form a little smile on my face
Watching as the frost on the grass slowly melts away
Noticing everything is still
The wind hasn’t quite yet decided to wake
Looking out at the horizon with amazement
And the clouds, as if they’ve been touched by an angel
So soft and their color so pure
It all seems so serene and perfect
Nothing could wreck this time of peace
All these thoughts going through my mind
As I’m gazing outside my window on a Monday
But it is He who I thank for giving us this perfect morning.