Posted by
Sheila on Friday, January 16, 2009 12:44:39 PM
The sun peeks through branches and settles on flowers below. It's morning.
Dew glistens on roses. It's morning.
Birds chirp in happy chatter from tree to tree. It's morning.
A dog barks, a church bell rings. It's morning.
Cotton clouds reach up to touch God's face.
It's morning.
By Sheila Frush copyright 2009