Morning in all it's glory,
seeping through my windowpane

Dawn's break of the day,
washed clean and fresh, again

Birds are waking slowly,
singing to the dawn

Dew has left a thousand
tiny prisms dancing
across the lawn

I can smell the coffee
brewing in the pot

Another day of glorious
wonder will not be forgot

Rising from my bed,
to drink a cup of brew

I walk my little stone path
as my feet are bathed in dew