The morning holds a special note
To the tuning of the day.
There's a sharpness in the air
With Nature's rhythm on display.

The birds sing their melodic tune,
The beat is played through dripping dew.
They carry on until afternoon,
Playing to me, and playing to you.

The trees wave their branches in the breeze
As Spring time plays out joyfully,
With nature fulfilling its basic needs
Of rhyming it all in sync.

The bees and hummingbirds, they thirst
And quench themselves with a humming verse.
The light applause from amorous arms -
Instead by leaves, rustling and lost.

The rippling waters from the poetic stream
Rhyme the shore in sweet harmony,
As all of nature for a moment stands still -
Bending to their mother's will.