I belong to the morning

The sun woke me early

Needing company

The tiny buds ~

Dew covered wishes

Needed admiration

The birds that sang 

Arise 

Arise

Wanted my applause

The soft oyster colored sky

Begged for description

And the tender breath

Of the newborn wind

Became my prayer

Sara Mathews     April 2020

Hippolyte Petitjean ~ Paris