Oh waking morning glory arrayed in colors bright,
Like me, a weed of tangled path just searching for the light.
Your opening eyes of color are looking for the sun.
Once light is found, your colors round can rest, the search is done.
Persistent in your yearning, you loose the chains of dirt.
Your growing maze drinks in sun rays to quench your daily thirst.
Nature’s example of life come from light
Resting in shadows; persevering the night
Morning light’s promise sets tangled ones free
Creation now colors a life meant to be.
Oh steadfast morning glory, in you this truth I see:
A new day’s dawn means life goes on, and there’s beauty in each weed.
