Mornings find me waiting on the sky
my heart exalting with glorious joy
as I catch its dew with my cupped palms
and soak in the light of the rising sun.
Then I’ll rest content all through the day
whispering cheer to those who come my way –
the wind caressing my expectant face
the silvery wings resting on my limbs.
When the night comes, I lay me down to rest
curled up tight in my Maker’s breast
looking forward to the breaking dawn
ushering the miracle of a brand new morn.