Poem for Week 8

Well 'tis a wonderful time to share my poetry.

So I will:

 

A New Day

When morning comes,

The beautiful sun rises,

Bringing a new day, 

full of  surprises.

When the beautiful sun rises,

The birds sing their lovely song,

Almost the whole day long,

The birds sing their melodies,

Which to many, are great symphonies.

When morning comes,

People wake up and get out of bed,

Shake their tiresome head,

And look towards the day ahead,

They get ready for the day,

This for some only feels like a replay,

But others have days full of new surprises,

Just waiting for whatever arises.

When the sun is in the sky ablaze,

The majestic horses run to graze,

There are so many beautiful horses,

And they all have different graze courses,

Some roam far,

And some stay close,

And like ours,

Some roamed whichever they chose.

When the sun is in the sky ablaze,

People walk through the crowd-like maze,

Many go to find their mid-day meal,

Some eat this,

And some eat that,

And some,

Only wear their special hat.

When nightfall comes,

Many people and animals go to rest,

Some even sleep in the position of a crest,

 Some are much livelier at night,

 They can be such a sight,

Some are small,

And some are rather large,

And some,

Even think they’re in charge.

Now that the poem is completed,

I cannot remain seated,

So I must be on my way,

Because it’s time to return to my day.

'Twas a lovely poem, one ought to think. As for mine self, poetry is a gift, which makes it so much easier to uplift.  Well it's time for me to ring the ending bell, so I bid thee farewell.