morning

When morning breaks, and night's dark veil lifts off The sun's warm touch awakens earth's sweet sigh, The world, revived, in golden light And all the new life begins to fly. The dew-killed grass, like emeralds bright and fresh, Gleams in the dawn, with secret whispers hush, The breeze stirs slow, with gentle, waking rush, And all creation stirs, in morning's tender blush. The village pulse, that night's dark stole, Beats strong again, as morning's light roll up, The day's bright promise, in each heart's control, As hope and dreams, like morning sunbeams, unfold. In morning's glow, the world's alive with glee, A fresh beginning, where hope and joy can be. Perfect for a morning walk with my pet life is perfect and ready to be unfolded