"It's coming!"

 

The excited chatter began
among the blades of grass
Damp with dew
Clamouring with anticipation
of a new day

 

But that sunrise
with its hues of pinks, blues and
smiling white clouds
was born to be seen
and exploded silently
All the better to listen

 

The hedges crinkled in admiration
The fields cooed one by one
Even the surliest of trees
blinked in their murmurs of surprise

 

And yes, of course,
the roses roared
with pleasure
at The Dawn

 

(A poem with a nod to the great Charles Causley's "Early in the Morning")