That First Morning's Light

How softly comes that first morning breeze as it gently awakens the sycamore trees and as the sun's rays peek over the hill then come there to rest on my window sill gone are the cares of yesterday's strife as the forest around me comes once more to life the world from its slumber is wakened anew as pure and sparkling as fresh morning dew then slowly I rise to meet the new day as the world sets about on its own gentle way with young birds splashing about in the brook I sip at my coffee while reading a book then slowly a feeling a thought just of you brightens my mind like the sky now so blue