Natural Morning

I wonder what they are thinking A beautiful spring morning The first sun to shine forever and a day Awoken from their glorious slumber To find us Eagerly waiting for some display 'Come on lads Its showtime Another round to do' But somehow its not like that Today, they wake gracefully As if knowing this is not a curtain cue With quiet grace They all awaken Somehow aware they can be And in quiet grace They somehow become themselves Infront of you and me The monkeys eat their breakfast Glance at us And almost invite us to their dish The golden eagle Needs not do nothing Its beauty is simply too beautiful to miss The owl seems happy for company Awake from slumber It turns it head with inquisitive eyes It plays with us For a little while He is the therapist, the one so wise To find them so free So quiet in this early morning When crowds have yet to view Have found them In their natural morning Just for me and you