Singing so sweetly, the birds wake me up
I meditate and wonder as I drink from my cup
Such awesomeness and beauty and loveliness around
Each morning's a symphony made up of purest sound
With the voice of an angel, the wind sings to the trees
Touching them gently it refreshes them: their leaves
The spirit keeps on moving, in this wind we cannot see
God calls us and beckons us; yes He wants you and me
Let's listen, now, so silently, and take in, all this view
Do tell me, if you're willing, if you're hearing this too:
The sweetness of the Heavens and the Creator of all
Echoing through the wind streams in the big things and small?
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