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
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