In the morning, In the morning
as I waken with the sun
rising with the mists around me
thinking of you, what I've done
gentle breezes bring your whispers
with the beauty of the day
fresh as birdsong their delivered
in the morning as I say
Listen to me, Listen to me
walk beside me in the morn
you are everything that feeds me
like the sun you keep me warm
what are thoughts and what are wishes
as I sit alone and pray
in the morning as I waken
at the breaking of the day.
Charles M. Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-morn/
