The morning sun

Sitting low in the sky

Stretching its rays 

Not quite warm 

But bright 

And 

Awake 

 

The morning sun

Calling the birds to the skies

To sing;

To begin that morning chorus 

That brings us into be-ing 

 

The morning sun 

Tenderly telling the flowers to open

Reminding us of the beauty 

That each day brings 

 

~Franchesca Stimming