Morning Blooming Poem by Ima Ryma

I feel the rays of rising sun
Upon my petals warm and bright.
This flower feels a chosen one,
Receiving the gift of sunlight.
Another night has come and gone,
A time to spend in restful state,
When quiet darkness falls upon.
But I sure do appreciate
When I sense morning drawing near,
The dawning of another day.
I blossom out in renewed cheer,
So grateful this is nature's way.

Fresh time for my morn to begin,
As lots of dewdrops do drop in.