Quatrain FormRichard Xiao

Morning

Gazing into the midnight blue,

I can see the red planet Mars.

So many little glowing stars.

The blades of grass, collecting dew.

Leaves on the ground begin to stir,

Distant crickets are now chirping,

Bullfrogs in the swamp are burping,

Rabbits sleep soundly in their fur.

Not a creature in the forest

has started to wake in the light.

The sleeping fish have yet to bite.

Nest of birds now start their chorus.

Black skies turn bright as a blue jay.

The morning sun now shows its face.

Sunshine dances with so much grace,

the brightness moves the grey away.