Morning Glory

    I woke up early, nice and sweet,

        Went outside and soaked my feet.

  Dry, dead leaves lay in glistening green,

While the sun was shining its morning beam.

    Beautiful flowers of all shapes and size,

         Gleaming, beaming in my eyes.

    The mossy ground felt like paradise,

Filled with creatures from dogs to mice.

              Tiny-winy waving trees,

Swaying gently in the fresh morning breeze.

        Mother nature, sweet and magic,

Gives all gifts, prevents all tragic.