MORNING SUN
Last night went quickly
with sleeping.
It is tomorrow
now.
I open my eyes
to a beautiful world
of sun and snow.
Everywhere I look
the snow shines
as if someone
had sprinkled it
with broken bits of stars.
My father says,
"snow is good for the land.
When the sun melts it
the thirsty sand
drinks in the snow water."
Grass patches show again.
They look fresh and clean.
The goats hurry about
eating all they can.
Even the sheep move
more quickly,
eating.
