Morning Poem by Alexander Thomas

Morning



Clouds the incandescent factories of dreams,
Squeezed by great hands into silver streams,
Winding through lands of dancing sunbeams,
Everywhere an enchanted smiling day gleams.

Sandy eyes bright from the barren night long,
Upon stretching arms of trees sweet birdsong,
All life on Earth together in a gleeful throng,
To this magical dream awoken we all belong.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cleveland Gibson 14 January 2014

The second verse say it all to convey the theme. The first verse isn't strictly needed. But that's my opinion. Well done.

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