Morning Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Stretching forth her gentle fingers, the Sun awakens the Earth.
Their petals unfurling, the flowers turn their faces towards their Queen,
Yearning for her light kisses and soft caress.
The morning air is laden with their perfumes, as the dew of the night returns to the heavens.
Trees yawn and stretch down to the very last leaf.
The bees bumble about and flit their wings, getting ready for the new day.
A caterpillar lurches along with some thought as to breakfast,
Content with its leaves for now, for later it will sip on the choicest nectar as it flutters about gayly with the wind.
Little pill bugs set to scurrying about in their leafy debris,
And the ants march forward into new territories.
Slowly, piece by piece, one by one, the earth and its creatures rise from their slumber and set forth on a new day.

(19.4.15)