The morning had come,
I looked out and saw the clear sky,
The frost on the ground,
And I knew,
I knew it would be my kind of day.
As the sun rose I was there,
There walking in the sunlight,
With the whiteness on the leaves.
The beauty of nature
Portrayed in art,
The brightness was around me
As I looked,
Looked and listened,
Listened to nature’s symphony
Sending its music to my ears,
While I saw its art with my eyes.
A sunny, frosty morning,
My kind of day.