As the sun rises up into the sky,
Light comes to earth and the darkness dies.
The Sun beams down as if to say
“Time to start a whole new day!”
The sun rays scatter on the ground,
Making shadows all round,
The Butterflies dance through sweet sunbeams,
From flower to flower they go as teams.
Draped around trees, that looks so bold and tall,
Are dark green veils, not aged at all,
And on these bloom colorful flowers
Helped to grow by the sweet spring showers.
The dimpled drops of dew, like glass
Hangs upon light green shoots of grass
And so the last page is turned in the story,
About the wonderful morning glory.