And I wonder, what will it bring?
Will it be filled with joy and laughter,
Will the birds begin to sing?
I go outside and breathe the air,
And watch the sun begin to rise.
I walk among the wildflowers,
Overwhelming before my eyes.
I stroll through the wilderness,
And watch the rabbits play.
As I inhale God's creations,
I pray they never go away.
I feel so warm and comfortable,
But there's still so much to see.
So content with nature's wonders,
It's where I want to be.
You see my wilderness retreat,
Is where I'd really like to stay.
To take in all its glory,
Each and every single day.
~ by blue ~
A day when our dreams seem a little closer,
A time of retrospection for what has been,
and anticipation of all that will be.
~ Anna Marie Edwards ~
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for the springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning,
Born of the one light, eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning,
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for the springing fresh from the world.
~ Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon ~
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Cat Stevens
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