Morning Poem

Hills that rolls and golden plain

Crack of lightning, thunder, rain

River wide and forest dark

In the wild a living spark

A freezing morning, a stretch, a yawn

A sleepy gaze at misty dawn

A single thought slips through my head

It's cold, she's warm, go back to bed

Hours later, we awake

Take a dip in icy lake

I make breakfast, she gets dressed

Ne'er before, felt I so blessed.