Morning Melody
A melody played on the wind
Tangles itself amongst the smoke
Air crisp with cedar pine
Still cold while the sun has broke
A gentle lull of a new day
Rousing all from slumbers full
The melody is joined now here
By gentle chimes and rumbling drums
Air strong with bitter brew
Waking once silenced hums
A cresceno of symphony plays
Yet still hear the melody
The sound it still grows
Now swelling within my chest
Air sweet with morning dew
Song playing inside my breast
I join this orchestral here
The song nearly having all
To this song I am drawn
Throat ready to birth it's speech
Air buzzing with energy found
My part just out of reach
A good morning is spoken with a kind smile
All too ready to face the day to beguile
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