A Morning Song

The sky is blue with timid light, The dew on every leaf does gleam; From yonder hill the sun’s first might, The joyful world awakes from dream.

With just a breath of balmy air, The waking blooms release their fold; In every garden, here and there, The flowers whisper secrets bold.

So let me rise with morning grace, And feel the warmth upon my cheek; To inhale life’s fragrant pace, And revel in the joy I seek.

• Lizette Woodworth Reese