Looking into the morning skies
No clouds there to grace my eyes

Still air filled with a deep chill
Birds singing fractures the still

Darkness breaking into light
Clear blue heavens a delight

Around the edges atop the hill
Pinkish shades begin to mill

Sun will soon rise beginning to heat
Frosty ground promptly it will defeat

First rays touching tree tops of gold
Robin sits feathers fluffed and bold

Another beautiful clear spring day
Today outside is the place to play