Lovely is the morning light that urges poem to sprout.
It is in the gently breeze that makes me want to shout.
Lovely is the dance of dance that comes as I do drift.
I now feel empowered inside of the day breaks kiss.

Lovely is the words that move in mind to grace a page
whispering in poetry that makes me writer sage.
Lovely is the sun that shines and even rain that falls.
I am grateful for my life to answer words that call.