The sounds came rushing in, where did it come from? <br />Has it always been there? Angels’ halleluiahs, God’s riant laughter <br />Pervasive, reverberating in crescendo at the gladdening hour, <br />Trilling with early birds, buzzing, whirring with the bees on morning forage <br />The day now begins clearly, with light spreading from the ridge to the lucent lake below <br />Love songs sung in gaiety, noble anthems, magnificent hymns and gentle pinings <br />Like Orpheus’ flute, the music wafted in the air, oh what euphony! <br />Tones winding in and out, weaving with the breeze, brushing against pine needles <br />Out-shouting, out-running each other in playful chase, playing tag with grasshoppers and soprano birds <br /> <br />Then as quickly as it appeared, the joyous harmony stopped, stillness began <br />The reality of the late morning sun caught up with me, I, silenced in its recognition<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-god-sang/
