Morning is a special time. A time when light pushes away darkness and the world comes to life. A time of peace and tranquility for the soul. A time of beauty and inspiration. A cycle that continues its march to the beating drums of time.
And Comes The Light
Gentle rays of morning sun
Slipping eerily through the trees
Causing darkness to make its run
And hide beneath the leaves
A hint of warmth spreading fair
Touching dew from night before
A wisp of steam upon the air
Giving way to mornings door
Pass on through my gentle light
Light the path for day to come
Chase away thy starry night
With wings upon thy beating drum
© Randy J. Schultz August 18, 2011
2 comments:
gorgeous images and a beautiful poem!
I love the morning too !
Thanks Marty, a beautiful morning seems to make the whole day go a lot better.
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