The Beginning Of A Beautiful Day Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As the morning sun begins to shine, the shadows of the trees,
Lay down their lines.

In the chilled air, I begin to hear a sound, as the breeze,
begins to blow, the hanging chimes around.

As I look out my window, I see some birds pass by,
In their search for food, under the light blue sky.

The stars and stripes, wave proudly from the pole,
Thanks to all the veterans, that paid the toll.

A few white clouds, start to drift, this way,
adding their color to a beautiful day.