I awaken to,
The meadow lark's song.
And merrily with him,
My heart sings along.
I brush the sleep,
Away from my eyes.
And along with the sun,
I slowly rise.
Another new day,
I eagerly greet.
Happy as can be,
In my country retreat.
A periwinkle sky,
I look up to.
As the morning sun,
Makes its debut.
The meadow speckled,
In daisies white.
And the meadowlark,
Takes wing in flight.
Grass still wet,
With sparkling dew.
Gently bent over,
And lying askew.
The most breathtaking view,
That I ever saw.
As I stand here struck,
In beauty awe.
Through the window drifts,
Nature’s perfume.
From forget-me-knots,
Opened fully in bloom.
Butterflies dance,
In the suns warm rays.
And ceasing me never,
To amaze.
A little buzzing bee,
He flutters on by.
And to clover sweet,
He does fly.
Picturesque scene,
Lay out before me.
Happy and content,
How could I not be?
I’m ready for,
Whatever comes my way.
As the sun shines bright,
It’s A Brand New Day.
©Elizabeth Ann Bushey
January-2007©
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