Morning Song

Nature has a morning song
So beautiful when it plays
That no one must listen for very long
Before peace takes heart and mind as stowaways.

The birds raise from their slumber and greet the rising sun,
They flit and flutter from here to there and across fences and rooftops they run.

The morning dew, it drips and drops from every leaf and limb,
Shining bright on the blades of grass, bringing life to each of them.

The stillness is the chorus, the light the melody,
And the warmth, as it spreads, from this nook to that sends away the nights elegy.

And the gentle breeze begins to move where the cloak of night has hung
Luring from the shadows all kinds of different life, from old to young.

And if you sit and listen, as the sun takes its place,
You'll hear the flutter of little wings, as bees and bugs busy round in haste.

At this time, if you close your eyes and draw a big, deep breath,
You'll almost be able to taste the dew that burns as the sun moves West.

Every single day, at the exact same place and time,
She will sing out her melody and woo you with her rhyme.
So, if you wake and are seeking something to draw on for your day's purpose,
Step outside, take a seat and join in with Nature's chorus.