R. K. Hart (Australia)
A foul nuzzles his mother among grass lush and green,
A Joey blinks as he surveys his world, a waking from a dream.
A cocoon opens displaying a butterfly within,
A koala clings to his mother’s furry skin.
Puppies nudge and pull at their mother’s teat,
Honeybees enjoy from the garden, a morning treat.
Ducklings follow their mother down to the pond.
Chicks scratch for bugs, of which they are fond.
Lambs shake a snow white tail and take in a morning suckle,
Young kookaburras with white breast enjoy a morning chuckle.
Calves nibble on sweet grass and ryegrass flowers,
Fawn and Doe shyly bath in forest sun shaft in the morning hours.
How wonderful are the morning hours,
Rest of the day, maybe in full of sunlight or rainy showers.
Morning can be likened to the hours of the our youth,
And later and late hours our older years, this is a truth.
So dear friend be wise in your youth, mistakes will be made,
It’s the handling that is the measure of you, the light and shade.
May grace become your treasure when in old age,
When evening comes, become known as a wise older sage.
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