Green Peace


The Joy Of The Morning Charm - Poem by Green Peace

The sun's rise,
The bird's chirp so precise.
The cock's clarion,
The drowsy puppies union.
The rustling of the trees,
The humming of the bees.
The tinkle of the bells.
The morning of the shell
The husking of the corn,
The cry of the new born,
The joy of the flowers,
The dew drops showers.
The fluttering of the butterflies:
The blue skies:
The peaceful breeze blowing-
The lambs lowing-
The new-mown hay,
The fields green and gay.
The milking of the cows.
With his noble bows.
It is time to be,
morning-the moment of joy, peace, glee and harmony.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008



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