Bright sky in the morning
That heralds the dawn

That sends out the worker
Their duties to form

The humblest toilers
Cast glances at thee

Thou art without doubt
A miracle to see

The noblest colours
That shines on the tree

With myriad’s of patterns
Traced endlessly

The light that is needed
To help things to grow

You ‘re celestial being
Proves that you know

You‘re timely arrival
The future secure

Bright sky in the morning
So heavenly so pure.

by
M Wright
Stroke Survivor