By Frances Leitch
Morning Light
It flows across the sky and dances on pine needles and coats meadows in light and brings a smile to flowers budding in their time of morning light. And with it comes the gift of birth, and sunshine mirth.
Morning Sunlight
In the chilly morn When sun rises up to the songbirds height Upon the branch of passing night A soft note Cast the chill away chirp, chirp, chirping birth to a light, full day Song of the sun’s ray Lacing tree limb in sparkling light Bathing the hillsides flowered meadows and wooded glen All bright LIGHT
Sunrise
The dawn peaks over the green threaded hills Opening its eyes of amber bright Lights the pearly clouds over the blue field sewn Weaves a golden canopy in the heart of all known Revel at the mountains clothed in leafy attire From which behind the dawn is seen Casting a warm glow on earth longing
Morning New
In the flowing sun’s rays announcing the birth of day In the flower’s smile at the light all bright In the bird chirp and flitter flutter In the trees that bear pine cone scatter In the blue blue sky white fluffy clouds perched on high In Delight – Delight Earth born anew In morning sun light
Rose
Rose So rose Blossoming bright Crowns the garden Rises over the earth filled with the power of birth Rose, rose Rose a sudden Blooming ray Sunshine on a rosy spring day
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