Morning Mood
The sun greets earth with warm tender kiss
Expelling heat straight from hell's abysss.
But the trail beckons so I begin my stride
Zephyr tugs at the trees while birds chide;
Natures beauty does the senses override
With her wild enchanting bliss.
How lovely is the place where man is amiss;
The solace where one can reminisce;
Paradise where none but he does reside!
If Adam had not God defied,
Then we with Eden could abide.
This muse of nature, I cannot dismiss.
This poem is about:
Our world