Morning Splendour Poem by Victor Charles

What a calm and beautiful morning
The kind I yearned with thirst to see
Where skies bright and elegant
Disperse in graceful fashion
There comes a mild voice
Teeming from the far clouds
It whispers to me amid the vacuum
"Sunset is here my dear
Now is time to leave"

Minutes of stare prove short a time
Likewise an hour or two
To stretch a gaze far and wide
On board the lengthy expanse

Lend me a piece this blissful view
Spill on me the tender feel
Your hairy, feathery and furry feel
My heart ages with breathless awe
At sight of the morning splendour