Whispering secrets, whispering love.
All the world, is still fast asleep:
Only the crickets and possums creep
The wind is sounding so softly today.
Nothing tumultuous is on the way...
Birds are waiting for greater light
To sing their songs of happy sight
Calmness is echoing throughout the land.
Nothing noisy is taking a stand.
Only a screen , of morning fog,
Makes an appearance and makes this blog.
The leaves on trees,that stand around;
Are starting to shake and touch the ground.
Feathery creatures are readying to sing:
Chirping commences and the elements ring.
The songs of morning, that sound outside
Are inviting us all to consider inside:
The beauties, the wonders, the love of God;
That blesses each moment and path we trod
If we have profited from this scene,
Of morning soliloquies, so serene:
We should want to dance and shout
"The love of God is what it's about"