Seeping through the window a tiny ray of light
Dances on my pillow and dispels the dark of night
Whispering with the breezes and singing in the air
Morning birds are echoing the theme of lasting care
Earth is slowly waking but her children quickly rush
Despite her gentle urging they cannot seem to hush
Caught up in the whirlwind of the economic haze
Everyone seems to be running but there isn't any race
Coffee's in the one hand and the schedule's in the other
There isn't any time for the moments start to smother
Beneath the rushing atoms of our constant flow of "must"
Do we even realize how many treasures turn to dust?