Morning comes calling like an old friend
stopping by to chat awhile.
\"Sit down,\" I say,
\"and tell me of your journey
through the morning stars.
Tell me, does night retreat reluctantly?
Is the sun easily awakened
to fill the world with light?
Do the winds speak
kindly as you pass through?
Are the mountains welcoming
when you glide over them
and descend so gracefully
into my valley?\"
Morning comes to sit awhile
and with each arrival she
fills my spirit with
cosmic wonder,
my heart with hope.