Where clocks are never ticking..

Sprinkles from the Heavens are dancing across the lawn
And little pieces of the God-ness are greeting me at dawn
Like fireflies, by the millions: the rays of morning sun
Are falling upon the universe and warming everyone..

Tapping upon my windows and whispering to my heart:
Countless beams keep calling: "it's time for you to start"
Though, no one else can hear them.. without an earnest try
My soul is attuned to hear them: they are quieter than a sigh

Prancing upon the sidewalk, and jumping here and there.
Squirrels and little bird-lets  are making me aware
That time has come to feed them... to bring them out some feed:
Rambunxious little creatures who are boisterous about their need...

The buzzing of the car-lets that pass by with noisy run
Creates an unnaturual disturbance.."can't wait till they are done"
For the beauty of the morning is more effective without sound
So..I wish them all a blessing and breathe in happiness all around

How often do ever wonder and get lost in endless time
Where clocks are never ticking and sounds so easily rhyme
Does it happen to you in the morning or happen to you at all
If ever you experience this mystery you'll want to keep it on recall