clear morning sky

when the day is just waking up
and the light creeps up slow
and generates the colours
as the sun climbs
slowly from it's bed
to peek up over the edge
of the horizon

there is somehow a different feel
to the air
to the ground
to the way the birds f ly
in the clear morning sky

my mind is like a new born child
awaiting what the day will bring
and open to the sights and sounds
the early hours bring
and as the shadows grow longer
the sun has gone higher
and the leaves and blades of grass
are bathing in the light
the gold orb gives

it is somehow a different thing
in the field
the street
the cleft of the hill
in the clear morning sky

and the day travels on
as the sun slides over
from one side of my town
to the other
and homeward and weary i go
as above me the light decreases
the birds have stopped singing
and hopped under cover
and my mind is full of the things
this time has brought me
and the sun drops
completely out of the picture

i close my eyes in the certainty
there will be a new chance of breath
and hope
and answered prayer
in the clear morning sky