MORNING

Morning is striped of cowardice;
this we clearly see with our eyes.
The strong stare of sunrise;
her light will forever suffice.

The desperation of a new dawn
as promising as a green lawn.
Armed with that zeal of a pawn; apparently stronger than an awn.

The arrival of a new day
that has come to stay.
An offspring of the month of May
has just come our beautiful way.

The return of a living light
with sunny eyes so bright.
This feeling will always be right;
Joy will never be out of sight.

The assurance of a promise
armed with bountiful bliss.
The genuineness of a kiss
that can never aim amiss.