Morning Whispers

I wake up in the morning, Like everybody else, The whimsy morning wind, Flirty and charming as ever, Plays with me. For she is my friend, She strokes my hair And tells me things That no one knows, We laugh, we cry, Until one of us dies. The birds look down And sing songs For us. We Look up And show our pearly whites, Basking in the joy That this moment brings. And so the mornings go The mornings go Mornings go And go and go.