Morning Comes Bright And Clear Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Morning comes bright and clear,
Through darker moods of night;
When waking of dawn is near,
You can see the touching light.
Flowers will then be up waken,
With sweet fragrance in the air;
Man's heart and mind be taken,
With pleasures that he can share.
My eyes have seen the freedom,
That gathers around for the day;
It comes with a colorful bloom,
Mysterious of the nature's way.
The growing of sight and sound,
When morning brightens the sky;
Everything enthralling there found,
When blue and clear is deep high!
Morning comes sweet endearing,
Giving new freshness to continue;
All the dark dreams inside clearing,
Venerable thoughts it will renew