Morning has broken
the crickets and bullfrogs
musical concert is coming to an end

the sun is slowly awakening
the mockingbird is stirring

with the light strectching
arriving over the horizon

singing in unison with the
babbling brook

a sleepy headed yawn
rolls out of my dried throat

I glance over and you are smiling
with your half open eyes

good morning you whisper
I touch your hand

go back to sleep my darling
the morning has only broken

Gomer LePoet...