Morning Mood

The sun greets earth with warm tender kiss

Expelling heat straight from hell's abysss.

But the trail beckons so I begin my stride

Zephyr tugs at the trees while birds chide;

Natures beauty does the senses override 

With her wild enchanting bliss.

How lovely is the place where man is amiss; 

The solace where one can reminisce;

Paradise where none but he does reside!

If Adam had not God defied,

Then we with Eden could abide.

This muse of nature, I cannot dismiss.