At the dawn of early morning
Light walks grey with waking breeze
And the fog on dainty slippers
Quietly slips between the trees.
Grasses crisp with beading moisture
The side brook gurgles as it goes
Nature chimes at its renewing
And the east is tinted rose.
A sudden flit of brilliant color
Silence broken – it moves along
Dewdrops fall and early morning
Breaks into………………..song.