Good Morning Poem by Hailey Agnew

The sun rises.
from the East,
as I awaken,
from my sleep.
The colors dance,
across the sky.
The birds sing,
away they fly.
They sing and chirp,
they flap their wings.
They fly by,
to say hello to me.
The trees bristle,
the squirrels scurry,
down the street,
in their hurry.
The dew falls,
from the grass,
the drops are clear,
like crystal glass.
The lake shimmers,
reflecting the light,
of the sun in the sky,
pulsing hot and bright.
The breeze sways,
brushing my hair,
cooling my skin,
freshening the morning air.
Everything,
seems to me,
as if it`s saying,
good morning Hailey.