Sunrise Across My Life

The sweet song they sing longingly awaiting sunrise OR the drops dripping from the sky If you listen quietly you may be able to hear the wind moaning in morn as it wips around the tree tops Never stop moving as it does To hear the drops of dew slipping across the great green plains The leafs lifting in happiness as it catches their first rays To hear a babe's first cry or the patter on the wood floors To see the waters whind, curve and glisten Nature is our natural way of life Neer the norm as the nothing becomes a something