Morning

Endless rows of vines,

as far as the eye can see,

stretching across the soil-rich avenues.

New-day Sun illuminating nobly upon the grounds,

as if to thank it for giving the Sun a purpose.

The ground returns the favor just as often as the Sun,

carrying all of the things that make the Earth beautiful;

The faint morning cry of the bantam roosters,

The sight of cattle gracefully pulling themselves out of their slumber,

And the smell of eggs, toast, and bacon coming from the ranch home.

The ocean waved "good morning" to all, as a final welcome to the new day.

So finally, with virtue, they all said their 'goodbye's,

waiting ever so patiently for the next day, when all could be repeated once more.