Morning Meadow Poem by Mark Walters
Morning Meadow
Morning sun beams down the hill,
Warming up life on God's porch.
Lazy morners get our fill,
Waking up in nature's church.
Songbirds play a sweet refrain,
Harmonized like jam and bread.
Tea to start our souls again;
Dust cobwebs from our head.
Daybreak in the meadow,
Concerts always there for free.
Early risers catch the show,
Latecomers fail to see.
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