Early Mornings

I love the early mornings,

When sleep still claims it’s hold.

The world greets dawn in silence, and

the chattering of birds, the ambiance of light,

Are the only sounds to stir.

I love the early mornings,

When people wake their souls

Pushing sleep from eyes and face

Blinking wide to greet the world

I love the early mornings,

When dawn has settled down

The earth is human again,

And people chatter aloud.

I love the early mornings,

Fading out with predawn’s light

Taking with them peace and silence,

Leaving joy and life behind.

I love the early mornings.