The Birth Of A New Day Poem by Scott Clark

The faint sweet smell of resent rain fall,
The numerous chirps of the crickets in the grass,
The loud call of the large Magpies as they
Raise their head to herald the morning,
The racing titters of the tiny sparrows as
They dart from each tree in search of their
Morning meal,
The crow of the rooster as he forcefully awakens
The sun,
The gentle swaying of the morning breeze
As it pulls the sun from its heavenly bed and
Pushes the moon into its daytime slumber.
This is the morning which many do not see
As they race around in there busy lives
As busy as honey bees,
Though many wake in time with the sun
They never spare a thought to greet their morning
Companion.
Or in their stressful lives to the think of the animals who
Work just as busy as them if not more.