Morning In The Woods Poem by Michael Kersting

The mist of sleep
Faded as I was awakened
By the sweet chirping
Of the morning birds
And the familiar gurgling of the
Little brook nearby

I looked out of my cabin window
And saw a splendid sight!
The golden sunbeams of dawn slanted
It's way through the branches
Of the surrounding Pine trees
Sending carpets of light dancing
Onto the leaf covered ground

This beautiful sight was balanced
By the sweet fragrance of flowers
Pushed by a gentle morning breeze
That freshened and invigorated me immensely
What a refreshing experience
Away from the pathetic artificial
World of man and his concrete jungle
Of stress and frustrations!