Like a fresh, gentle, warm rain.
Dew drops falling all around.
Blue butterfly kisses the blade then flutters by.
Children test the heat of the sun to see who will win.
Walking hand in hand is the lover's morning song.
Grandma whispers softly in the ear of Jesus,
Her request as she prays her morning song.
Zoom, zoom, goes the bus playing its morning song.
Birds fly by.
The sweet baby's cry.
The drag of the trash, bag too heavy for him.
The prattle of the car that won't start.
All sounds of the morning song.
I guess I'll add my melody to the morning song.
Clip, clop, down the stairs.
There goes my MORNING SONG.
