The morning is rising, the blackbird is singing,
From out of the shadows of branches and leaves,
His song rides the breeze and is breaking the silence,
As into the springtime his melody breathes.
New life through the stillness as skies are now glowing,
And colours awaken as night fades away,
The sunlight is peeping above the horizon,
And casting its warmth at the start of the day.
With blossoms so pretty like snowflakes are falling,
As daffodils shine in their glory like gold,
And waving before me they greet the new dawning,
An ocean of beauty, such treasure they hold.
The morning is rising, the blackbird is singing,
And filling the air with his sweet notes of love,
As echoes of joy now envelop the woodland,
And clouds slowly pass in the blue skies above.
Do you know that your poems are so good, reading them is so good, and they are so uplifting, that the pleasure is one hundred fold. I'm filled with a treasury of words. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A fluid pace to this piece, all done by your expert hand Andrew, wonderful craftmanship As echoes of joy now envelop the woodland, And clouds slowly pass in the blue skies above. Brilliant Love duncan X
Your words are so smooth, kind and with rhythm so nice....thank you again..another 10...
The treasures of nature unfold as through your words their vividly told! *10*! ! ! Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very uplifting piece, written so well by you, makes me appreciate what is around me a bit more, excellent, Lynda xx