Quiet of the Morning

In the quiet of the morning,

I can hear the early birdsong.

I can feel the gentle winds begin to blow.

In the quiet of the morning,

I can feel the light grow stronger.

I can almost see the flowers as they grow.

In the quiet of the morning,

I can see the shiny brightness

as the light reflects through early morning dew.

In the quiet of the morning,

I can feel my soul grow stronger

as I try to live a life that’s clear and true.