The Optimism Of Morning Poem by Paul Reed

The optimism of morning;
When all is laid before us,
When plans are made
And courses set
For races yet to be run;
When the air is fresh with dew
And things have not yet begun;
When nothing is spoilt
The clock yet to sweep the face;
When all things seem settled
With the human race;
We are at the start-
With uplifted spirits
And renewed hopes,
Soaring to the mountain tops
Up the grassy slopes;
We have everything to gain
Even if the sky should darken
And be filled with rain;
For this is the morning
And life starts all over again