in the midst of the summer dawn
lays a beautul lock of lawn,
sprinkling through the simmering sky
watching with an easy eye.
glowing and feeling through the window payne
watching the dawn rise again.
As I watch with a lamented stare
To feel the fingers through my hair.
what a wonderful day.
to see nature at play
Rodney Rod Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-wonderful-morning/
