The dawn of the morning has not quite come
Sweet dew rests on honey suckles that sway
Humming birds that perch on flowers hum
The beautiful meadow is where I lay
The sun fills the sky with a hint of rose
Trees and leaves are green and ever so lush
Sleepily as I awake from my doze
The beauties of the wonders make me blush
The river flows lightly with a gray hue
Wild flowers flourish on the river bank
Sending fresh sweet breezes my way
Whenever the wind decides to pass through
I leap stone to stone whistling a merry tune
The soft wind catches my hair
Tossing and swirling it about
A nest of a bird carries eggs so blue
Tiny speckled things
Delicate and ever so fragile
Listen closely and you will hear the larks
Patterns of deep-green moss thrive on the bark of dogwoods
Flowers on the brim of blooming
Peeking out with dots of pink
Everything is so beautiful I can barley speak