I awake to be greeted by the sunrise
and its panoply of scents, sounds and hues,
the evocative perfume of mimosa kindles hope and surpriseas the birds greet the rosy blush that enriches the sky’s blues.
The warm summer morning air has a fresh allure
which the dying of the night has yet to taint
and it fees good to breathe air so new and pure
while gazing at a sky not even a master artist could paint.
Everything in Nature is touched with a rosy, golden glow
with dew drops sparkling pink gemstones on the crown of summer grass
and horse-tail clouds across the straw and berry heavens flow,
not yet is sublime azure blueness this sky-ship’s mast.
Surely Nature and It’s bounty are the only true perfection
made clear in every new day’s flawless sunrise,
only Man’s impervious arrogance are It’s blight and pollution
so who among us do not the saboteurs of the new day despise?