The sky was an opaque blue,
with small pink clouds dancing through.
The tops of the trees,
turned to a brilliant green,
as the rising sun kissed them,
with its golden sheen.
A cock pheasant was sending out,
his early morning call,
thrushes and black birds were singing,
at the wonder of it all.
Dawn is such a wonderous thing,
it makes my heart glad,
when I hear nature sing.
Tango
Tango Tango
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-call-2/
