A New Morn

Gleam the morning’s transient gems

As the first rays peep through.

The mountain shrouded in haze seems

To come out from repose.

Gently shimmer leaves in the wind.

Some bees dance on a roseHow glorious the glen is!

Here comes a golden haired shepherd.

His collie walks behind.

In glowing morn frolic the herd.

Beyond green and the barn

Behold the red roofed little house.

A dame – fairer than the dawn-

Out she steps to join the shepherd.

And they walk in the sun.

Oh! Truly a lovely twosome!

Chirps a passing swallow.

“ They are our treasured pair”, bees hum.

“ Are people truly plain”

Enquires a curious squirrel

“ In lands beyond this glen?”

“ Nay, not so” says the swallow.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve seen.”

“Oh! They hate each other and kill

And know not what is peace.

Some live in mansions and they fill

Their cups with wine and dine

Square meals while others starve to death.

Sheer lust for love divine

Is their choice and for might they race.

Swill the share – yours and mine.”

“Chums, can I live here, in this dale

And be part of your glee?

I’ll be here only for a while.”

Pleads the bird solemnly.

“Why not live with us for ever?”

Comes the response   warmly

From the thrilled beings in the valley.

So he stays merrily.

“It’s time,” says the swallow  “they knew the truth

Of living on this precious and sweet earth”

Up he soars with a song of love and peace

From the serene dale. Let his song not cease.