Early morning, how divine
I hear the birds sing, communicating
between the trees, Come here, come here.
The sun has risen, it shines low among the flowers.
Making the colors POP!
The sweet serenity of quiet, no one is up.
As morning moves on, you here a voice?
It is a neighbor; she is with her pup.
“No,no Rondo, come over here.”
“Bark, bark, I like here!”
I hear some children, talking, playing.
Their little voices, make me smile.
The innocence of giggles and screeches of joy.
It is the beginning of another summer day.
Ahh, the early morning … is over.
