Morning Gift

Don't you love the mornings

When you go outside and there on the ground

Is a fresh perfect green leaf

A leaf floating from the quiet summer trees

just resting on the grass and waiting to be discovered

Touch the treasure

And pick it up gently

And feel the excitement

Of a new leaf with no tears

No marks no holes

It is the sign of healing and future

Don't you just love the mornings

When you're reminded of the special gifts of life