Songs Of The Morn
Songs Of The Morn
The morning greets me at day's dawn
As restful hours of sleep retreat
No cheering rooster, my awakening to greet
The smiley face of my clock alarms
Technology not in my palms disarms
Yet none of these can truly awake
A beating heart never stops
A body in motion, even when not knowing
A river flows in me, endlessly
A warm body, emerges from under covers
Wrinkles still on my face, from where I lay
A soul now not in slumber, must know
Only One deserves the credit
Chris G Peters
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.