Early Bird Catch The Food Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The morning light, so soft and slow,
A gentle push, to make things grow.
Darkness fades, a quiet fight,
As day begins, so clear and bright.

The early bird, a lucky find,
With worms and seeds of every kind.
The sun's first kiss, a golden hue,
On birds that sing, their morning view.

Squirrels awake, with busy paws,
Collecting bits, for nature's laws.
A nest to build, up in the tree,
A happy home, for all to see.

Coffee warm, a gentle steam,
To sit and watch, a waking dream.
Thoughts take flight, so light and free,
A balm for soul, for you and me.

T.M.Solvang