Morning
The sun climbs in through the window,
catching an eye, warming as a smiling face.
The day bright and blossoming, air pleasant and
finding to the wakening sigh. Settling dew, the
green of trees, flowers, colors in an array of
rainbows, in a gentle way. A sound, a bee,
the singing bird or children passing in the street.
Excitement finds their day. To the souls of every
man as he opens his eyes, a finding as his birth.
with a new and open way to life and all the earth.
P. J. Campise
