Prayer to the morning

A brief poem about the small things

Frosty touch on misty morn

Dewy land when day is born

Life on earth hath been renewed

Night for us an interlude



When the dawn hath broke the day

Sun our friend burns cold away

Grass and tree both gladly shout

Waking Earth moves all about



Ants begin their busy work

No dark night for wolf to lurk

Mourning dove sings lonely songs

All the world as it belongs



From chill night to sunny day

From dark tomb to warm and gay

Earth our mother shows again

On which side of life she stands