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More poems about Morning.
A NEW DAY
Every morning I try and wake just
before the sun
To see the heralding rays as they
magnificently come
To touch the eastern ridge with apricot,
pink and gold,
If I could paint some pictures many
would be sold.
I gaze at the lake as it lights up and
jewels shine
As the water turns into many colours so
bright and fine,
The trees begin to change and almost come
to life again
After night’s death pall, then lighted by a
multi-coloured flame.
Come and see, it is a delicate pale peach and a
pretty pink today,
Warming the earth with it’s lovely healing,
heavenly ray,
You wake us all with the blessing of another
day to live,
Another day dawning, let us be like the Master
and truly give.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 August 2005