On The Wings Of The Morning Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Daffodils clap their hearts merrilly
The rose yawns at the rising sun
With hope and fear, the honey mixture
Red, gold, white and scarlet
The meaning is in the cacophy of daybreak
The owl has announced the end of his shift
Meanwhile the morning bird is busy with the next shift's roll call

On the wings of the morning
The village cockerel has been busy announcing the new day
There's beauty in the sound
The morning is full of lively sounds
Birds sing in the chorus
The dove is the lead singer
The bees dance in the rythm of work

All I can see is beauty in the butterfly waltz dance
Then the sun peeped through the eastern horizon.
The world is abuzz with life
Life forms in all shapes abd sizes
Hoping to make to dusk
Maybe its just hope holding them intact
Maybe the morning spells hope in its rays.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
11 AUGUST 2024