Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn
Cock crows resounding, penetrating
through dense clouds of moisture.
Silence stirs. Nature’s alarm clock has sounded.
Pellets of dew cover meadows in morning like a soggy wet blanket.
Forests are brimming with life
long before the sun wakes to greet the day.
The creatures of morning need no brewed elixir
to get themselves moving; carpe diem is the driving force of their DNA.
Chirping can be heard throughout the wood
and feathers take flight from twilight roosts.
Deer scatter from their beds of dense undergrowth
and search the farmer’s field for breakfast.
Nature’s spectacle concludes with Aurora’s grand finale.
And I, well I sit back and watch in wide-eyed wonder.
-Poem Written By Justin Farley
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Dawn – A Poem About Sunrise and Morning
The fluttering of a thousand wings
flap and fill the sky –
blackbirds and geese fly to unknown destinations.
The cool dew of morning runs
down the grasses’ backs,
gathering upon the soil.
A misty fog hovers beneath the trees
and the sun begins peaking out over the horizon.
Silence still until at all once
trumpets blare from tiny beaks,
announcing the break of day.
There is no greater mystery for those who choose
to open their eyes and ears to it.
No way to gaze upon the transformation
and not be stunned in stupefied wonder.
For He has written the tune
upon each and every heart,
so that all may recognize his glory
when nature’s chord is struck.
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Morning’s Pupil – A Poem About Finding God in Nature’s Beauty
The cool, clean air welcomes me
from my slumber.
Dark nothingness surrounds me
like a safe cocoon, like a nurturing womb
that shuts out all the distractions and clutter
and noise and anxieties and all my insecurities
until it’s just You and me,
connected between time and space
and the beauty of the universe wears your face.
In the early hours before dawn, long before
the rest of the world even begins to stretch
in their beds and yawn,
I groove to Aurora’s song.
And it’s just the way I like it.
For it is not filled with the loneliness of midnight mourning,
but of peace, hope, and joy knowing
there’s a new day dawning,
begging to wash away yesterday’s failures if I let it.
And most of all, I love tuning into my morning lessons –
a student seated in nature’s classroom.
I get to watch the Master artisan
paint another picturesque portrait across the sky.
Though you’ve painted thousands before this
and only you know how many thousands more await beyond today,
I never greet the day with boredom.
Your paintings never fail to captivate my heart and capture my soul.
Each day leaves me mystified by your majesty,
and each day’s lesson leaves me breathlessly asking
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