Was it worthwhile to paint so fair
Thy every leaf—to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?
To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power.
Was it, frail bloom, worthwhile?
Thy silence answers: "Life was mine!
And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so brief.
In its first radiance I have seen
The sun! Why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning light!"
~Florence Earle Coates~
I love to rise early, to behold the beauty of nature unfolding before my eyes—
to have the sun's first rays greet me with the promise of a new day...
to be enchanted by the melodious chirping of the song birds—awakening
from their night's slumber...
to be captivated by the simple charm of the delicate blooms
of morning glories.
For a short while, in the early morning hours, there is a tangible peace—one
unparalleled by any other time of day.
Ahhh...the glories of morning. ; )
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