the morning looks good on you~

every morning i walk the tree line,
in between my foggy steps i search
for the dew kissed spiderweb

sometimes stopping to admire the
movement of mr. snail while he creeps
along the weeds

feathered friends soaring through the
tree tops collecting breakfast as i listen
to a morning dove cooing happy day

soon, the sun will burn the fog away
dry the dew from the emerald grass
and he'll whisper, " the morning looks good on you, my dear!"