Early when the sun glances through the window <br />there are birds singing of joy, <br />while they wait that I feed them some seed, <br />it's as if the flowers are jumping higher, <br />when I catch the open sky's cobalt-blue, <br />the glory of the sun falling on my skin, <br />it's as if I can trust like a child, <br />everywhere I see small wonders without number, <br />when the prettiest flowers bloom in my garden.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-in-the-morning-when-the-sun-glances-through-the-window/
