Mornings Light
In the light of the morning
When darkness is done
And the dew captures glistening beams
The sun rises slowly
From horizons afar
And day through mistiness streams
Out in the forest
The night life rests
As creatures of day take their place
And as if to join in
Flower-buds too unfurl
In all of their colours and grace
Down in the paddock
The livestock stand
As a breeze stirs the heavy night air
The steam off their bodies
Is carried away
Reflections of forms stark and bare
The dog at the door
Stands down from alert
As he seeks the suns warmth for a treat
And I pray as I rise
On another crisp morn
That this day will go on and repeat
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