Morning Song
Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:06 amThe soft sounds of early morning
The mind wandering far away
To places where we've never been
Dreams where we'd love to stay.
And then a bird chirps, another
Sings; rusling leaves in the tree
Torture the tranquility that once
Paraded in my mind comforting me.
Still, that is life and live is forgiving
At least as long as it's worth living
And we bury those untimely little things
And why not listen to hear the bird sing.
Little things in simplicity mean a lot
Just as much as big things and why not
They were here before we came to rest
They'll be here when our rest is done.
The mind wandering far away
To places where we've never been
Dreams where we'd love to stay.
And then a bird chirps, another
Sings; rusling leaves in the tree
Torture the tranquility that once
Paraded in my mind comforting me.
Still, that is life and live is forgiving
At least as long as it's worth living
And we bury those untimely little things
And why not listen to hear the bird sing.
Little things in simplicity mean a lot
Just as much as big things and why not
They were here before we came to rest
They'll be here when our rest is done.