3-26-03

The Morning Sunrise

I look out my window

To smell the morning air.

The sky is still dark blue,

The wind brushes my hair.

The dancing petals on the leaves

Are swiftly twirling, twirling,

The beautiful blue jays

Are happily singing.

The morning day has

Still yet to come.

My heart, my heart,

Is beating like a drum.

My eyes are wide awake.

Cannot rest, cannot sleep,

The darkness plunges my soul,

Very deep.

The beautiful wild flowers

Are beginning to bloom.

IÕm watching this miracle

Sounded in my room.

Now, the shimmering light

Is glowing with pride,

And its about time,

The sunrise arrived.