Grateful

Grateful am I to rise with this new day

To see once more the butterflies arrayed

In majestic luminous hues.

To gaze the crimson sky

as the wind blows delicately by

Dancing trees give glory to this day.

How grateful am I to feel the morning grass

and shiver to its soft due chill.

Grateful, to grace all reflection hidden - still

in the mirror-glass stream

then be at rest to wander

in a forrest of dreams.

The world outside these are distant

as a procession of heavenly stars

But pleasures do abound in natures wings

just to spare a thought

There is life in abundance for all.

poem by Godfrey Morris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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