The beauty of a sunrise is dawning upon me,
The glories of the morning, with cool and gentle breeze
The dew in glist'ning droplets reflect an early ray,
To herald the beginning; this new and wondrous day

The birds begin their chorus, it echoes in the trees
The bees abuzz collecting sweet nectar merrily
The flowers greet the morning and drink the early dew
The forest is awakening, to meet a day that's new

by David C Rogers