Early Morning Poem by Owen Cullimore

As the clouds appear over yonder hill
Everything is quiet and still
The early morning mist down the valley lays
Like a blanket ready to cover the days
And the Sun breaks through like a beacon light
Changing the time frame to daylight from dark night
Whilst the birds begin to make their early morning song
I take a deep breath as I walk along
On my early morning stroll through the meadows green
Gazing upon the loveliest sight I have ever seen
As on yonder hill a giant Stag does appear
Gradually walking closer, becoming ever near
His Antlers standing erect and proud
Suddenly he bellows loud
Until he disappears beneath a lowly cloud
That comes over the hill as if to engulf me
A giant puffball through which I cannot see
But it soon clears as the light shines through
Covering the fields in a majestic hue
Early morning, a special time of day
Oh how I wish it would never go away