The Sound Of The Morning, [ Nature] - Poem by alan brown
The sound of the morning
whispered clearly in my ear
as the nightingale sang it's melodic song.
Flickering Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom
taking joy in the abundance of nectar
dripping from within.
as they carried bursting drums of pollen
to a queen so pure.
Ant's scurried within the cracks of walls
busying as the day went on.
brightly showing off their splendor
to the wonders of the world.
Dark clouds formed
as flies took to the air
fearless in their plight
as birds fed.
Fields of sweet green grass
rippled in the wind
like waves upon a wanting sea.
Trees showed off their splendor
high above the mortal plain
as orchards gave off their sweet bouquet.
Wheels travelled along the broken road
as carts built high with hay
lazily moved along.
As Ploughs dug deep turning soil,
as they replenished the age old land
Giving birth to a new day.
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