Glory, glory, morning glory, climbing up the wall!
Glory, glory, morning glory, don’t you fear you’ll fall?
High above my head I see you dangling in the air,
While your tendrils grab the gutter and the drainpipe there.
Glory, glory, morning glory, if I were like you,
I suppose I’d climb to places just as lofty too.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Glory”