Written by Leah Dancel
The glory of the morning mist Looks dainty in the east, Morphing into ethereal glow; Its delightful sight meets my eyes: The vision of God's beauty as seen in the sky. The cornfield is wet with dewdrops Some nestling on every leaf hat laughs For each sweet refreshing reverie How happy am I to greet this new day! Nearby, I heard the skywards singing. Belting a melancholic song that rings in the air. Their plumage are in molting spree Into a melange of variant colors. Up into the sky they fly, Brushing a palette shade of pastel blue. Soon the sun slowly rises As gently it creeps into the light. Beneath the veil of purplish blue halo, Softly it spreads the ethos of Nature's glow.