A Poem I Wrote At Age 10 Poem by Allison Hankins

What The Morning Brings

In the morning, the sun wakes up to have his daily stretch,
the birds wake up to warm up their voices so they can continue to sing,
the flowers unfold all nice and neat to reveal the treacures they hold,
the wind rustles against the ground to wake the sleeping grass,
the dirt calls out, 'Good morning! ' to the trees so high above,
the trees shake their leaves as to politely say, 'To you as well! ',
all the animals stir and people yawn unaware of the wonders they're missing,
butterflies gracefully dance around and show off their beautiful wings,
another good day to remember what the morning brings.

(5/12/08)