Pure Morning

Awoken before dawn by rooster call
To greet the day from my rocking chair
‘Twas the purest morning of them all
Something special filled the air

Noble gases became excited
That early morning ambient feel
The day was about to be ignited
Then the sun arose like molten steel

Bright sunflowers stood erect and proud
A plethora of colours bloomed all around
Frogs croaked happily aloud
My gentle stream, a distant sound

The throbbing buzz of dragonfly wings
Dandelion seed gliding on the breeze
An old tyre swaying where my grandchild swings
All overseen by ancient trees

What a privilege to reap such perfection
To conclude with a morning so pristine
In the waters, I saw my younger reflection
Splashing joyfully in a playful scene

After many children and plenty of days
Suddenly, I’m fading like a seasoned flower
Called by a figure beyond the summer haze
That pure morning would be my final earthly hour