Morning Magic- a poem

THE morning air is cool and crisp

As you enter the day.

A sense of calm comes over you.

The breeze begins to sway.

THE sun is stretching through the sky

While birds begin to wake.

The many colors of the dawn

Reflect upon the lake.

THE moon still slumbers up above,

Not quite ready to leave.

A time that is so magical-

A time I still believe.

Retm