A time of pleasure.
It’s time to rise, the morn has come
A wondrous time, I’m never glum
When I hear those magpies sing
I guess I just love everything
About these lovely morning hours
It’s time to walk and smell the flowers
With my Bear dog by my side
As each new moment’s deified.
As C moon rides the velvet skies
The Kookaburras laughing cries
They touch my heart with mystery
These morning times will always be
Of very grand signification
I wake up, filled with sweet elation
To meditate for just a while
For this, it makes my morning smile.
I walk outside, and feel the air
Then walk the streets with nary a care
It’s a thing that gives me so much pleasure
These morning times I really treasure
For here in good old Aussie land
These morning hours so sweet and grand
They fill me up with so much power
Oh how I love these morning hours.
29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.