Morning is calling and the night shadows leave us
The dawn, she's displaying: all her colors so glorious
Quietness is overtaken by the sounds of the breeze
Who's making her noises through the branches on the trees
Golden is the aura of the early morning sunrise
Softly it's overflowing and beautifying our skies
Touching the elements, the plantlets and the trees
Radiant is the color that the early riser sees...
Subtly the Spirit is whispering to the sleeper
Rise up and see it what is found out by the seeker
Beauty and awesomeness and Divinity overflowing
Wake up and see it; for the day is already glowing..