Indigo sky starts to fade.
The black grass turns to light jade.
Pink wisps start to form
As the world transforms.
Little birdies start to peep
Sneaky owls fall asleep.
You and I stretch and yawn,
Don't you just love early dawn?
Swirls of purple and orange,
Do you hear the choir's chorus?
A glowing orb slides right up,
Shines over all the shrubs.
Casts some faint light on us,
Doesn't try to impress.
As the chickens start to crow,
Open curtains and say hello.
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The dew drops sprinkle the grass Filling the lawn with tears of heaven The cold morning breeze Sways the trees Back and forth The gentle giants Stretch their green fingers Reaching for clouds To hold...
Colours burning through the sky, It seems the air's on fire: Reds and blues and even greens, A gorgeous morning pyre.
The sky's on fire with red and green, A mass of colours I've never seen. I woke at dawn and here I stand, The moon and sun, both hand in hand.
As dawn breaks the sky,. The birds let off their morning cry,. I sit and watch the sun rise,. Dropping its dark guise,. A light dusting of ice,. Crisp and white looks rather nice,.
#youngwritershousehold Gazing at the rose pink sky, Fading into red, It's colours a magical piece of art, Streak of colours as thin as thread.
As I look out from my window, I see sliding down the pane, Little moisture beads of water, From a morning rain.
As the baton of night is handed to day. I got up to watch it awaken. As dawn kissed the horizon it rose. Bringing the light, night is taken. With a warm hand it touches all.
Sitting within my walls of glass. Hot cup of tea in hand. I wait for the sun to rise. Over this green and pleasant land. Each morning this week. I have welcomed the low winter sun.
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