Only In The Morning

A poem of nature.

Opening silently early mornings bloom.
Lively and active, closed by the moon.
Dew drops glistening foster hope of hydration
Gazing at the sun only for a moment.

The sun rises, pink hues in the sky.
As it reaches the top, you close your eyes.
It is too bright. It’s blinding,
The water starts to dry.

This is what the world looks like through morning glory eyes.