The morning sun's entrance is at hand
It warms and shines every leaf it lands
An eager sparrow is fluttering down all a midst
His hungry fellows which of whom are too many to list
The dew drops glistening in the morning West Virginia mist
They drip down off their lofty perch to the ground to nourish the earth that births them
The hills reach endlessly towards the sky
Bathed in a caucophany of autum colors too vivid for the even the most discerning of eyes
Their slopes though rocky, jagged, and steep
Mountaineers will...