“early morning sun over a garden”

Golden spills the early sun  
Between the leaves, the day’s begun—  
Amber fingers streak the dew  
Across the sleeping violet blue.  

Petals stir with gentle light,  
Wakening from velvet night;  
Bee and wren, on trembling bough,  
Stretch their wings and greet the now.  

Tomato vines in emerald rows  
Catch the blush the sun bestows;  
Fragrant sage and mint arise,  
Warmed beneath new-tender skies.  

A spider’s web in silver gleams  
With secrets from its midnight dreams;  
In silent wonder grass blades stand,  
Jewels scattered by a glowing hand.  

Peace is woven, calm and bright,  
Through shifting stripes of gold and white;  
Each moment, burgeoning and true,  
The garden breathes the sun’s debut.

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