Blessed are we

As the morning night, does turn to grey, We see the coming of the breaking day
Birds will sing their morning cries, to welcome back the morning skies
Fluttering their wings up in the trees , enjoying the touch of the morning breeze
Clouds will drift and float away, bringing the promise of a beautiful day
Creatures that moved throughout the night, disappeared, now out of sight
All the creatures, that live the day, are starting to rise, their on there way
Bees will land on plants of gold, at the coming light, as their leafs unfold
Birds on wings, are soaring high, flying across the morning sky
Rays from the sun, are shinning though, giving the vista a most wonderful view
The grass is vibrant, a glorious green, covered in dew, a glistening sheen
Flowers open, greeting the sun, cows are gracing and the horses run
Rivers flow a long winding route, the orchards are full and bearing fruit
Fields and meadows, They come alive, life in abundance is starting to thrive
The dawn is set, the day is fresh, thanks to The Lord, for we are blessed

Gary Baldwin 
  15-03-08