Always was a morning bird,
Up with the sun,
And flown away,
To see the world,
New, and free,
Embracing the miraculous morning!
That magical light,
So new and right,
And clean, and bright,
Given freely, as a gift from the Lord,
Across the dew, and mist I soared...
On hills I stand, and sing unheard,
Always was a morning bird.
Shell xx
I can see you now, flying high in the trees, as we all stretch and wake to a crisp morning; and we'd hear your beautiful song..
ReplyDeleteYou are such a inspiration to me, what a pretty song!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, you two sweet, sweet ladies - you both inspire me and make me smile!
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