Morning Poem by Stephanie Breuer

I hear a song
A song so sweet
The chanting of a little thrush
At dawn
While others rush
Or yawn.

Descending from a flowering tree
It wets its feet with dew
When landing on the mossy grass
With clover and with buttercups
And lovely daisies as
Beautiful as ever seen.

A ray of light
So nice and bright
It bathes the scene in colours gay
Orange, purple, pink and all but grey
The warmth engulfs the chilly morn
A nature comes alive
And once more reminisces
The circle of the life

Let us not dwell forevermore
On those so earthly things
For life is not material
Anew let me begin!

I hear a song
A song so sweet
The chanting of a little thrush
At dawn
While others rush
Or yawn.