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
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