Gentle rolling hills flowing into stardust fields <br />that sparkle in the early morning light of dawn <br />with golden rays that kiss the hardened frost <br />on soft and gentle graceful clinging moss <br />which covers ragged stones carved and formed <br />by glacial flows such long and distant times ago. <br />A stream trickles quietly on its way with music as its theme <br />a downward path towards the stardust fields <br />where sheep with winter coats grazing on grassy slopes <br />give way to cows that lie on sheltered pastures <br />hedged and tree lined to keep at bay the winds unkind. <br />As the sun increasing in its power warms the hallowed ground <br />and the hearts of men and beasts as all around <br />the gentle morning light seeps and flows without a sound.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-light-9/
