Morning Song

Dmitri Gaudreau

I wait for day to break, The calm winds of a new day rush in the hills, As waves break upon the sands of the shore. The first lights peek out over the sea.

I see now why birds offer such lovely song, This new morning gives all cause to rejoice, And to cry out in song.

I now arise and go by my own way, I wander sleepy village streets, Just as life begins to stir.

Ah! Another bird, singing by a window sill. This one cries for fresh baked breads from the nearby farm.

The birds love the mornings. And the mornings love the birds.

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Jackson Belanger watercolor