As I sit and listen to the grass rustle
I begin to think
Now this is a welcome bustle

Birds whistle and chirp
As they search through the dirt
Looking for worms and hay
How I love the start of the day

Pale sunlight creeps
Over starkly contrasting trees
Soon to dry up the dew

A rooster brazenly crows
"Its morning" so everyone knows

I observe a butterfly
Slowly fanning wings dry
Shaking off the night
Then gracefully take flight

The squirrels chitter as if to say
"You should come and play"
Jumping from branch to branch

As I watch and listen
My eyes begin to glisten

Now this is a welcome bustle