[THE COMING OF MORNING]

a poem written about early morning

i see it, here it comes, the morning, creeping
the sun hints from behind the landscape
bringing day, giving the darkness chase
the sun shines on the green grass lining
making the dew on the grass like diamonds
the sun looks like half of a disc
touching the morning coolness crisp
the sky is a artpiece in full spectrum colors peacefully collide in this section
time goes by real soon, and i unable to move
watch the sierring heat come and bring noon