At the break of the day the sun yawns and stretches

and polishes earth with her stems of light,

gently rousing the creatures from slumbersome sleeps

and dusting away the remains of the night.

With balmy gaze and buttery breath

the beards of the clouds she lovingly brushes,

transforming dense tangles to light fluffy wisps

to the cheering songs of awakening thrushes.

The frost in its grace understands that it’s time

and packs its diamonds in transparent sacks

with gentle bows it fizzes from ground

revealing deep imprints of animal tracks.

Bees gingerly flex their elegant feet

refreshed by the wind in their wings,

the beetles bark orders and trudge from their forts

and search for treats the new day brings

The flowers unravel  a rainbow of joy

a patchwork quilt  all around,

like confetti their petals drift through the breeze

then gracefully waltz to the ground

And the sun smiles on at all her children

And basks in her own warm embrace,

she rests on her throne in comfort and peace

so thankful to reign in this magical place.

image courtesy of smoggin@deviantart.com