a new morn

When the night vanishes and daylight blossoms, the lilies unfold their golden wings, and the bees sing to the old willow trees, When the cyan sky wakes, the wrens and finches set wings to fly; They fly to a field of happy strollers, yearning to aquaint to all who seek the music of nature. The dances of the amber butterflies, gently, lift these meanderers' eyes, beckon toddlers to rush outside. Life on Earth-- an ocean, filled with tiny turquoise diamonds.