MORNING'S AWAKENING

by: John Tworoger

After a dark and somber night,
What's more delightful than the light
Spreading its first triumphant smile
Across all corners of the aisle.

Than flooding with its golden rays
The spectral and mysterious haze
Till all the darkness must give way
To another glorious new-born day.

Now wake the flowers from their sleep
On mountains, fields, in valleys deep,
Still drunk from night's fresh fallen dew,
Then open their petals to the blue.

Now leave the honey bees their hive,
Theliving creatures start to strive,
Now leaves the beast of prey its fair,
Now fills activity the air.

The rabbits leave their hiding place,
The doe its young ones takes to graze.
The woodpeckers in merry beat
With other songbirds must compete.

They pick their breakfast speedily
From meadows, groves or the nest tree,
Than all extoll with happy tongue
That nothing in this world is wrong.

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