Oh the beautiful-ness of the morning as she sounds the break of day
The crickets are softly singing as they serenade the night away
The tiniest little voices are all sounding so loud and clear
They're encouraging us, the risers, to open up and readily hear.....
Tiny droplets of dew are descending upon all around...
Only the silent listener will begin to hear their sound
Like a softly sounding cymbal that echoes throughout the land
Dew drops are the soundings of the Eternal's One's Omnipotent hand...
With everything that is created beginning to rise and wake
We cannot help but notice all the soundings that they will make
Birds of every feather and the scampering squirrels around
Are all contributing to the symphony of the early morning sound.