As The Morning Star Rises Poem by Brett White

The birds start chirping as the Morning Star rises,
It's the lack my Heart feels without you which my Soul despises.
It's a lack that doesn't show but no bounds knows,
Like the beauty of an Arkansas sunrise as she glows.
Glows o'er the Hills, tree-topp'd and proud,
And the pain I feel without you, my body doth shroud.
But Nature, She heals, so I shall smile Alway,
At the Joy of Life found in every single day.
God's Grace conceals an Infinite Love,
Revealed when thine head doth turn Above:
And pray with a vigor for a brighter tomorrow,
Full of Laughter, Love, and Light and devoid of all Sorrow.