The priceless hue
Of a sky of blue
As early morning
Darkness is driven
West by the rising
Sun and shadows
Appear on Spring
Morning fields of
Mist covering the
Grasses green.
Sidewalks are empty
Roads barren,
Air is still, nor is
A branch stirring.
I walk forever
Past these scenes
Of passing wonder
The world stands
Still and echoes in
The air, the joy
Of early morning
Birds singing everywhere.
Of a sky of blue
As early morning
Darkness is driven
West by the rising
Sun and shadows
Appear on Spring
Morning fields of
Mist covering the
Grasses green.
Sidewalks are empty
Roads barren,
Air is still, nor is
A branch stirring.
I walk forever
Past these scenes
Of passing wonder
The world stands
Still and echoes in
The air, the joy
Of early morning
Birds singing everywhere.