The beauty of the way
I love these early morning hours
As the magpies sing their song
This be that certain time of day
That I feel I do belong
To everything that fills this earth
It’s a very holy time
My mind all filled with harmony
I write this little rhyme.
I write of joy, I write of love
Tis in these morning hours
When all, it feels so wonderful
And the air is filled with power
Such energy I feel within
As I sit me down and write
An ode to all that’s wonderful
My mind filled with delight.
I cannot write the way I feel
No words can really say
For words be only symbols
And the beauty of the way
Outshines all that can be wrote
You have to be in me
If you want to feel the blessed beauty
In the morn that does fill me.
27 October 22013 @ 0612hrs.