Morning Walks With The Gentle Sun Poem by Minerva Agriam

I had morning walks with the gentle sun;
As it slowly rises on the east, I woke up;
Marveling at the fine beauty of the earth.

Every cool early morn I saw,
The sunlight brigthening the mists of dews;
Like clear crystal gems upon every verdant leaves.

I giggled upon touching them they were gone;
Like the suds of bubbles bursting
In front of me, dazzling my eyes, tickling my soul.

As the sun made its way up,
It scorched my little body,
My skin became softened with sweats.

I decided to take a shower,
Smilling greatfully at the sunlight,
Coming in through the window panes.

At the table, I beamed
At my plant based foods which would not
Grow healthy without the sweet kisses of the sun.

Then I sweared, 'I love this life! '
With plentious questions about tomorrow,
I sweared to care for the life God gives.




(5/19/17. 6: 55 a.m)