Morning Poem by Thomas Inch

The sweet song of the blackbird,
The magnificent melody of the Robin.
The early morning dew that settles
On the lush, green grass that sits on the earth.
Patiently waiting for the nutrient droplets of rain to come cascading
From the sky.

Sunrises, so special that only gods would see them.
The blue, hazy sky in which cloud comes creeping
Behind, slyly it creeps along. Replacing that warmth and
Beautiful blue sky with darkness and rain.

This is the morning