Morning Nature

All is still as the sun begins to rise and the flora begins to wake,

The morning breeze wraps its breath around the trees making the branches quiver.

The birdsong begins as it nears daybreak,

Water glistens in the river.

The flowers bloom,

They’re chasers of the light.

You can smell their sweet perfume,

Their colours of pinks and reds bring so much delight.

The clouds take the skies,

They spread throughout the wide great blue.

The clouds are like dust when they rise,

Like something to try to fly through.

The beauty around us will not last, so watch how much you take.