The Beauty Of The Morning

The beauty of the morning,

with the birds grandly soaring,

through the clear morning mist,

starts a brand new day.

As I walk along the path,

I see the birds enjoying their bath,

I watch as the bees take pollen from a gorgeous rose,

then admire the flower they chose.

Up in the trees where dreams are free,

I see a world for you and me,

up where there's never ending love,

the wind howls above, like a slender dove.