When comes the morning

At the crack of dawn,
when appears the sun;
new beginnings,
a new day has come!
with the daylight ,
brings the morning breeze;
the glorifying beauty,
gem like dew sittin' on the leaves;
The blooming flowers,
and warbling birds;
The puff of their feather,
could be overheard.
The alluring way,
this scene played;
made me feel blessed,
when I was awake.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words are a beautiful morning confession of the glory found in the new day. This is so filled with hope... with joy for us in light and birdsong. Sunrise here, and feeling the blessings rise.

[Najam Us Saher]

Very refreshing to read, a new day is a new hope. Truly defined. I loved it.