One Morning After The Midnight Rain Poem by mixie chiera03

I hear the birds’ soft refrain
That makes the dawn
fresh to meet.
I feel the breeze’s cold zephyr
Touching my cheeks
And makes me chill.
I smell the scent of morning dew,
the sweet smell
of grass and leaves...
though that some
are brown or green,
mark the fade of mighty wind.
I see the sky's so blue and wide
that shows the sun's bright smile.
And so I see a girl in pain
stand up with a brighter smile,
confident to face
the world of dark hue...
one morning
after the midnight rain.