Morning Speaks Softly
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
And morning birds dot its reserves,
Tree branches are sure to observe,
There is no need of noises loud.
And life to witness sunrise is proud;
More breaths are added now to this curve,
Paint all faces to worship and to serve,
When overhead sky is blank of cloud.
Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,
Not because they so deserve,
Rather that they may conserve,
There is no need of noises loud.
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
Another dash of light and dark to swerve
There is no need of noises loud.
© gillena cox 2024
