Whispers in the wind

Crickets serenade us ..as the day is drawing near:
Their soothing sound is inviting and for everyone to hear.
The morning is softly singing her tunes, so clean; so pure:
Nothing is much sweeter than, this music ..I am sure...

The wind is gently blowing and is dancing in the trees
Something, inside her whisper, is telling us things that please:
The beautifulness of the Heavens and the awesomeness of God
Is echoing  from the plantlets and from the earth we trod.

The newly shining star of morn..the golden sun.. so true
Has it's own insider notes...its wanting to share with you
But only if you are willing to sit inside of it's glow
And meditate upon the One who gives us all we can know..

Listen, then, most carefully; before your day is begun,
To everything that's shouting out, without speaking to anyone...
With whispers, that are magnified, so that our heart can hear:
Morning sends her messengers if we will let them near...