A worthy morning sight

first_imgSunlit leaves of early spring morningsCrimson and crisp yet tender in the tipLive again from the bareness autumn leftLike a Phoenix bird that resurrects againBirds singing and rejoicing with gayWelcoming their dears from a long ventureI gaze at you facing the brightness of the blueBeseeching the sun to stay there little longerOh it’s burning bright yet a soothing sightIf I were a painter, you would be my museKnowing no colour would bring your brightI watch you every day these daysUntil you sway turning crimson to greenFeeding on the ever so bright sunAnd then to grey flying with the wind away.This scrumptious delight to the eyesSet by our very own mother natureHow will we ever endure the obligation?For all the sweetness she continues to provideTo be oblivious is a sin I can never commit toAnd I remind you of her existence around us.last_img