As a sun’s light first appears,
Through the grey of night’s quiescence
And whatever fleecy clouds there are
Burst forth in luminescence;

And the morn’s own colored rainbow
Goes from Grey to Gold to Blue
Before these, the earthly eyes of man
As the skies do change their hue.

Lit buy a new light’s radiance
A new wonderous day unfurls,
Arousing dream-ridden sleepy heads
From their safe little dream worlds.

There is a morning feeling
When in morning skies we’re lifted
To where we’ve looked out far and wide
Across the earth with which we’re gifted.

Always it should be morning
No matter what time of day,
Or what of life’s repercussions
That morning feeling should stay.

Always it is the morning,
Somewhere on this spinning globe,
So always should the morning feeling
Fill our days with hope.

There is a morning feeling
When in morning skies we’re lifted –
A feeling of our satisfaction
With the life with which we’re gifted.