I hear the robins: their songs are all sounding
Heavenly, the anthems, that send my heart pounding
Early the hours, for the sun has not yet risen
Shadows of night sink inside morning's provision
Quiet the atoms that surf through the atmosphere
So silent, so steady: the quietness that I can hear
At a distance, I see them, the deer who are peaking
Fearful, yet watching for anything that's speaking.
Oh how it is beautiful the showing of morning
She breaks into the horizon without any warning
Shining her radiance, she sings of the day's glory
Her moments are preludes to the rest of the story
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