The Spike Poem Anthology II

by Zephyr Spark

Princess Celestia; Praise to the Morning

Praise to the Morning.
Her wonderful life star ascends across the sky
Sustains life of plants and animals big and small
We are unworthy to gaze upon her with our own eyes
Or touch her light that outshines the light of mortals all

Praise to the Morning.
The birds come alive to sing their soothing daysong symphony
Whistling their tunes beneath Her glorious rays
Filling the silence with their incongruous, natural harmony
That echoes through the trees through out the day

Praise to the Morning.
How does the Sun climb to the peak each day knowing it will fall?
How does She shine so bright when She must watch mortals’ pain?
How does She lend Her light to the grateful and ungrateful, how Her light haul
across the sky, how shine She even when clouds cackle and flash?
How does She always manage to drive out the rain?

Praise to the Morning.
Her unflagging strength to rise and give the fire within us fuel
Her light that opens our eyes and reveals reality
Her Sun is the world’s most sacred jewel
Her might is unmatched, Her wisdom without equal, Her beauty beyond compare, Her love is no fallacy, Her Heart touches more creatures than the wondering air
Praise to the Princess. Praise to my Mommy. Praise to Princess Celestia, Her Majesty.