Beauty Of Morning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Early morning beauty, watching the sun rise,
loving the orange and yellow colors preceding
it's appearance.

Spirits of daytime lives, concentrate their
images into skies along with white streaks
left by early morning jets, flying in all
directions to destinations known only to
pilots in the cockpits.

Watching clouds slowly sliding through the blue skies,
smiling and enjoying the beginning of another day
above earth, flying high in realms of heaven.