With the sounds of birds
The first light of the day appeares
The sun comes to shine
From too far in the east
With its red splendour
The fields get up from their sleep
Unbarring their green leaves
To the new born world
Moments later birds go out to find out
Leaving their nests
What the need of them
As if all of them hail the day
i very much enjoyed your last too lines, they are priceless. i h've also written a poem on morning and its good morning, come and read my poems and give your veiws welli wanna say i am younger than you