In the silence of the morn while the darkness is around;
There's a crispness in the air, and mother earth begins to sound.
Slowly moving, plants reach up to grasp the colors of the sky
And crawling creatures stir about while the wind is whispering by
Trees are swaying to the tune carried by the passing breeze
Birds unite in mystic sound to synchronize the swaying trees
The morning star breaks out in fashion to warm the infant air
Soon the universe is awakened by golden kisses everywhere
Oh vast beauty of this world, how often we fail to see
The imprints of the Eternal Spirit: drawing us to Eternty
We busy ourselves with futile musings and seek for nothing more
Than pleasures that are momentary; but, not what we are made for..