What A Morning Greeter Poem by Maymay Marie

The nod was made,
To the walk and jog needs,
To form a robust structure,
It may be a bit as of the moment.

The artery road needed clearing,
It was too long passed to visit the picturesque,
The art needed to herald the magnificent,
God's artistry omniscient in the world.

When passed the barks routinely saw,
Cardo, the companion made an exit,
The feet then brought the mission morning to the road,
Enjoying the dullness and fog from a distance.

The steps greeted with four white birds,
Their nap waited for the sun to rise,
Four first came into view that forgotten,
That to stretched a little was boost.

Few steps remained approaching the road,
In a small village, we were called,
Suddenly, a yellow moth smiled, and touched,
The fabric was of my morning shirt worn.

A man was called to take the view,
Funny, the beast was so fast,
What if the moth would fly suddenly,
Or when the moth fled in the face?

Then, I did bid it farewell,
By shaking with hands in might,
The yellow moth hit the blade grass,
There, it rested still, nothing to care.

The greeters seemed brought a message,
That sudden thing might happen,
In one, or two that nobody paid attention,
To the One who structured the picturesque.