Morning's of glory, its early moments story, is ours each to behold,
Pantheon to the stars, of such a wondrous tale, is then to be told.
Marvelous compilation, a beautiful innovation, every one's review,
Kaleidoscope of finest colors, a rendition, unmodified, always new.
Roses to the dawn, as the breezes yawn, a belated appreciation,
Such beauty to preview, every day anew, is to be all's inspiration.
A spell binding time, feelings so sublime, with each one passing,
Great treasures unfold, seen in reds so bold, in memories lasting.
Start each day so fair, with promise in the air, our thoughts rekindling,
Memories from the past, in our minds to last, each one, so mending.
A ravishing display of our lives, natural vibrancy thrives, all intending.
Portrayed before our eyes, as the daylight flies, sun light rays bending.
Nature's gift to all, in the radiant Fall, our own happiness, is preserving,
Our benevolent maker prepares, this to show he cares, our deserving.
His own gifted way, of sharing every day, our blessed lives, observing,
As his thoughts we hold so dear, helps us persevere, lives conserving.