Misty Morn

In the morning, when flowers bloom, Lilacs fragrance weave sweet perfume. A weary heart, it longs to rest, Tranquil slumber, it does cajole. My guitar strums in soft rhythm, In the morning, when flowers bloom, Etching melodies, soothing hymn, A sigh escapes, a whispered claim. Amidst the haze, dreams softly dance, A misty realm, a fleeting chance, In the morning, when flowers bloom, Night's embrace begins to assume. In slumber's embrace, find reprieve, A respite from the world's upheave. The peaceful dreams creates soft scream, In the morning, when flowers bloom.