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In the morning, at the crack of the dawn,
the sun peeps over the hills.
Casting off the blanket of the night,
a warm, clear light it brings,
And the cold mists that gather in the valley
Quickly melt away.
The dew on the grass evaporates as the sun,
in the morning,
brings day.

We all love the morning,
that fresh period where everything looks new,
When the grass is bright and green
and still wet from the night’s dew,
When the breeze is still cool
as it lightly caresses our skin,
Cool and gentle and clean,
a complement to the shafts of light
that the morning sun brings.

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We all love the clear morning,
and if we could, some of us would make an entire day
Of that moment when the sun peeps over the horizon
and sends the night on its way.
We would live on the eastern sides of our homes
and throw open our windows to greet the sun,
For the morning sun appears fresh and innocent
and we can be fooled into thinking it is young.

The morning makes us think of fresh chances,
a time to begin anew.
Few of us think of it as just part of a day,
and that each stage in our day has value.

Rather, we tend to avoid the midday sun,
for as it climbs higher,
It grows bolder and more austere,
until even our shadows perspire,
And under the scrutiny of the sun’s piercing rays,
the heat of its glare,
We wish for the caress of the morning,
the innocence of its fresh air.

And in the evening, we don’t take the time
to enjoy the sun’s fading light,
The pomp and splendor that it throws up-
blazes of orange and red- to usher in the night.
Instead we are anxious
and we fear for the darkness of the future we cannot see
But the thing is, if there is no night,
how can we appreciate the morning’s beauty?

For the morning sun is the afternoon sun
and the afternoon sun the evening’s,
And when night settles over our homes,
it is still in another part of the world shining.

The night is often that period
that truly tests our faith,
For it is sometimes only when our world is in shadow
that we can truly appreciate
our simple blessings:
the simplest and yet greatest of all, the fact that we are living.
Alive enough to feel angry or annoyed or hurt,
Alive enough to enjoy second chances when so many others
would trade places for the chance to walk for a few days more
on Earth.

Each week we enjoy seven days,
and for each day, 24-hours.
As we enjoy clear sunny days,
we must also appreciate showers,
And revel in the beauty of our middays,
evenings and nights as much as we love the morning’s sun,
For we need all- morning, afternoon, evening, and night- for life to truly go on.


There's a new prompt over in the Blockchain Poets Community, my friends. You are invited to write this week about the things you are grateful for. Here's the link with the details. Please participate if you can.

Personally, if I were to be trite, I'd say I'm grateful for love, life, and laughter. While I am indeed grateful for all three above, more specifically though, I'd like to dedicate this particular moment to a friend.

A few years ago, a friend of mine became a warrior and went to war against an unseen enemy who was attacking her from within. It was a short battle though she fought hard. Yet, for all the pink ribbons in the world she wore, for all the medication, all the radiation, all the chemotherapy, she didn't survive.

I am grateful for my friend.

Dylan Thomas once wrote about old age, insisting that one should not go gently into the night. My friend went gracefully. Once the doctors gave their diagnosis, she came to terms with the future she faced, put on a brave face, and even when wincing against pangs of pain, she insisted on smiling.

I am grateful to have known her. And I am grateful that she has taught me that life is fragile and precious and must be appreciated at every stage. I am grateful that she has taught me to be thankful for every breath that I draw and for every lesson that I am fortunate to learn, even the difficult ones.

As the poem above states, I recognize that every moment of the day won't be the same. Sometimes I'd have thunder showers, sometimes I'd have clear skies. Whatever I face though, I am grateful to be here to experience it.

Thanks for your attention, my friends. I truly appreciate it.

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Your poem was well written down we are be happy and appreciate everything the morning, afternoon, evening and Night.We are alive and should be happy and appreciate God.

Yes, @Sommylove, whatever comes our way, we must remember to appreciate life itself and God. I thank you for your kind words.😊

Yeah Appreciation really matters to God Almighty.
Welcome 🤗😁

This was a long read but it's worth every bit of my time. But do everyone love morning? I really can't say because I have heard a lot of persons saying they hate it everytime it's morning.

After reading through your poem, I feel we must cherish every morning we are privilege to wake up to.

Thanks for sharing this

Hi Bright David.

Thanks for your kind words and the compliment. 😊
You might be correct that some people do not love mornings, however if we think of it as a metaphor in this instance and we liken morning time to a period when everything is fresh and new and gentle, then maybe it would be a fair generalization to say that most if not all of us would choose ease and simplicity and very few of us would trade that for hardship or uncertainty. The same applies if we were to liken our lives to a day and morning time to our youth. Few of us like to think of the approaching night. Ultimately though, I guess we should cherish the morning time and every other stage of our lives and day. This is the lesson my friend taught me.

And I so much agree with your friend. I've learnt something from this today and I'm sure going to share this with others. I appreciate you

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate you as well.

Es un sentimiento imprimido en la imaginación de estar con ese alguien especial y también 😅 en contemplar lo bello de la vida que es la naturaleza.

Cada historia que dice es una manera de poder ver las cosas de otro punto de vista.
Excelente 👌 felicidades.

This was a lovely poem dedicated to your friend. As I was reading it, I realized how many mornings I didn't cherish. The opportunity to be where I am right now and feel the morning sun in its freshness and perhaps enjoy a cup of coffee in my hand too. This I will do for the next mornings to come. Your poem reminded me to just take a break even just for a couple of minutes and enjoy the sun, the nature and be grounded and grateful.

Thank you for this wonderful comment, my friend. It is true that life is fleeting, and we must certainly cherish every single moment. Just those simple moments of appreciation can make the world of difference for us.