A Sonnet To The Morning Poem by James Asher

Sweet amber nectar enliven the natural pallet of Gaia.
Respond to the sacred journey of the golden chariot, awaken!
Dawn breeze sing your melody to the nature of Earth
Who, from the embraces of Nyx, from their slumber softly shaken!
Leaf and flower, with fond embrace, cradle the riches of Helius
Who, from the east has risen, rides the arbiter of life.
The sacred steeds, on hoof of fire, charge forward from the east
And, hail all from the mantle green with an incandescent feast.
And though, with its glorious spite, the chariot rids the day of night.
So ventured forward the day in wondrous light, by Helius born.
The goddess of the night returns to her abode - she is a slumber,
As the Muses direct the sweet chorus of birth; day is born.
As the morning song sings to those who have awoken,
I am the MORNING! I have spoken, and I am awoken.