Oh, I wake in early morn
To see the mist now
Still dark and forlorn
Waiting and watching
For sunrise so dear.
The birds are stirring
Another day does appear.
Everything seems to stop
And behold the dawn,
It's rays gleaming atop;
What this day holds
Reflecting doesn't stop.
The squirrel lunges into
This bright sunshine day.
Gathering his fancies
For this fine new day.
