In the early morning mist sat I.
As the orchestra of the sun does play
As the morning birds take to flight,
We must take time to look around us,
Copyright © 2002 Christopher Burns
Breathing in the fresh air and
Looking up to the vibrant sky,
I appreciate the wonder of this land.
Along the world along the sky,
Thundering magical music of the day,
I slowly begin to cry.
I realize not many people really see
The wondrous conversion to day from night
And how heart moving it can be.
To see the world in which we abide.
To cast off the pollution and the fuss,
Then life and magic will coincide.