The Morning Tale Poem by Dave James

Across the misty morning skyline, dew abounds though soul's enlightened,
As rising sun sends trusted fingers through the night-falls weakened heart,
The shadows cast seem never ending, Ash and Oak's defiant stance,
From daylight's slow encroaching march, that signals Nightingales advance.

The chorus beckons, dawn wins over, songs from every bird with voice,
As sunlight shares the secrets night holds, in her presence none can hide.
The still air blessed with heavy moisture sweet the taste when so inhaled
Natures calmness here a blessing, though cursed as doldrums under sail

The tawny owl swoops through the woods and now retreats advancing light,
No use the sharpest eyesight here, that saw her hunting pitch black grounds,
The daylight beckons all to waken those that slumbered darkened hours,
For now another day is made, that we can claim we lived as ours.