A gift from the Morning Sun.. 3WW

Liberal, Profane, Quarrelsome


A Gift from the Morning Sun..  


Pious ambiance all around
as the blades of green grass
talk politeness with 
one's bare feet; the orange circle 
of Sun lifts its head
from the distant horizons
and the mind blocks any
profane thoughts in the magnificence
of a delightful  morning..
And as the day passes on 
one often finds quarrelsome
crossing one's path
still one feels incapable of 
using profanity to counter
the undesirable;
Why would one want 
to sacrifice the 'bliss' 
gifted by the  Morning Sun...
Why would one?


RS:)