It is sweet early morning
Dew of the late evening in passing
Lingers on the tips of grass
A chill is in the air
Hinting of an early Autumn

It is sweet early morning
Too early even yet for
The coffee to be brewing
In distance can be heard
Lawn movers harvesting wet with dew grass

It is sweet early morning
Mercies are new every morning
So proclaims the words in Lamentations
Chapter Three and verses twenty-two thru four
For this my soul is given to take Hope

It is sweet early morning
The Day is young and tender
Harvest in Nature is taking place
Harvest too of souls is taking place
Spirit asks, How will you live this day?