Good Morning, everything that shines

Good Morning

Good morning to the great trees

That bend above this little house;

Good morning to the wind that comes

And goes among the leaves, and sings;

Good morning to the birds, the grass,

Good morning to the bare ground;

Good morning, pond across the way

That must have opened both its eyes;

Good morning, everything that shines

Or doesn’t shine; good morning, mole

And worm and nesting mouse—good morning,

Morning to all things that ever

Were and will be, and that are.

~ From, “Good Morning: Last Poems,” by Mark Van Doren