The morning has a clear voice,
it speaks in weather patterns,
of gestures human mirroring,
rain, sunshine, gusts. skyline,
day and night expression on,
an earthly visage everywhere,
each event its own deep-lyric,
a bright start connoting bliss,
wet and windy heartfelt cry,
howling gust irritant inside,
star and moonlight content,
with itself for some reason,
or another so  mystifying,
interacting with this world,
is shrewd advice no doubt