Morning Light

By Romila Santra, age 14, Kansas

 

If every morning to you is a fuss,
Just stop and listen to every bird’s chorus.
Open the door,
And step down to the grassy floor.
Slip off your shoes,
And feel the frigid dew.
Look up to the sky
Only to see eagles fly by.
Once they pass,
Face the sun’s wrath,
For it is giving you a sunlight bath.

When every morning to you is a fuss,
In nature’s hand, place your trust.