Morning Poem by Catherine Habbie

The shooting stars
The pink grey skies
Early in the morning
Or late twilight
One sees celestial delights

The beautiful hues of the morning sky
Ever a delight to the roving eye
A deep blush begins
On the cheek of the sky
As soon as the Sun rolls into the sky

It starts with light cream
And proceeds to flaming pink
Its face is lit up
It is going to sing
The sky is a lamp I can see
Light up by the flame
Of the bright rays heat

The birds in the sky accompany
In the chorus and celestial dream
They add to the music
Just wake up and see
We are now on planet number 3

Wake up to see
The beauty of Earth
The sky the seas and its mirth
Wake for the canvas is bright
A lantern freshly lit up.
It is our sky