The First Morning

LOVE as a fragile egg
broken ~~~
// yellow sun comes \
Morning is a first spoken
praised mocking bird
— Sweet fallen
feathers of first young
born come feed upon
the breast of Earth’s
surface __ my heart
is the mind of Eden
full of Nation by God’s
Creation of a New Day
. Morning has broken
and children enjoying
the sights of nature
we praise the love of
colors and life fresh
is the natural world.
How poets speak and
scribble sweet rainbows
but the first touch of
love is a child touching
nature in all completeness.

Mine is a sunlight
Mine is an adult
who raised those who
praise God’s Creation.

A new Day.

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