The bluebird sings
A song so sweet.
The church bell rings
But can’t compete. 

The green leaves yawn
And rub their eyes
And greet the dawn
With muffled sighs.  

My face grows flushed
In Sols embrace
And I am rushed
To a sacred place
Where truth becomes known
Like a healing stone.


This is the poem I submitted as my first assignment for poetry class.