Mother Earth is shrouded in indigo
as I rise and dress for another day,
softly kissing her bed swept curly locks
and whispering "I love you" as i go.
This journey only lit by man made glows
as is every day toward the time clock,
here the first pink band glows to light this day
and i reflect on many such displays. 

A boy of ten sitting in campfire light
mist rising from the waters flow,
as such first dawn's glow wakes nature's own
Does sip at creeks edge and birds wing aloft.
birds sing, a squirrel barks to greet the day
as a monarch flits petal to petal,
and bees buzz their day's work begun anew
while the boy sits and stokes embers aglow.

The golden orb rises becoming bright
while the cresant moon and stars fade away,
in a pale blue sky unfettered by clouds
cause the creeks mist to disappear from view.
I remember those dawns sixty years past
and the simplier joy of my boyhood days,
yet all of them and the others i've known
don't equal even one kiss to her locks.