The Morning Glows (an inspirational poem)
As the great sleeping sun awakens and is soon to stretch its golden arms,
Across the mountain tops, down through the dale, releases all its charms.
The sleeping giant greets the dawn, in its bright and ever sparkling light,
Shadows now cast, as these not to last, by the rising ball, that's so bright.
Down through the beautiful green valley, within depths, nearest the glen,
Speckled trout all swim, to shimmer and glisten, as a new day begins.
My heart is so light, at the joyous sight, not a worry or care to endure,
The earthen smell, casts its fond spell, in an air, so cool and so pure.
With my first cast, a big fish to blast, my small hook well hidden by its fur,
The colorful feathers that I tied there so snug, in its catching, not to deter.
The large trout so pulls on my tightened line, in every inch to so strain,
As I land the grand prize, I soon realize, my morning was not spent in vain.
Now, with each trout I catch, I release, as I fetch, all's freedom reserved,
Never shall I deprive, others to arrive, at such wonders, so conserved.
Each fine breeze, to waft through the trees, strengthens love of this place,
Our God on high, in a marvelous blue sky, watches with a smile on his face.
The morn all aglow, good tidings to bestow, makes a fond treasure, so rare,
Every man or small boy, each sister, to enjoy, natures delights so fine to share.
Outside in the sun, as each day has begun, a weight of life's trials, not to bear.
Released in the scene, in our senses, so keen, life's worry and pressures, to spare.
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