Morning Is Like A Lovely Rose...

Morning is like a lovely rose

A bud upon a stem

Of Bygone happiness and woes

Waiting to bloom again

Morning is a like an orchestra

That spills from eons spent

A melody of humble awe

Anoints man’s discontent

Morning is like a coronet

Her Majesty, new day

Inaugurating what none yet

Have trampled with dismay

Morning is a like a smile from God

Mercy exceeds despair

And lays upon time’s strip of sod

His kind and faithful care

© Janet Martin