Looking into the morning skies
Not a cloud to grace my eyes

Across the blue only a contrail
Hanging in the sky like a veil

Tranquil air delivering a chill
Bird calls splintering the still

Darkness breaking into light
Clear blue heavens a delight

Around the edges upon the hill
Golden shadows begin to mill

Sun soon will rise high and heat
Frosty ground it will surly defeat

Another beautiful clear spring day
Outside today is the place to play