THERE'S A TIME OF DAY THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME
WHEN A SOUL CAN WALK AND KNOW GODS GIFTS SO FREE
WHEN RAYS OF SUNLIGHT SHINE THROUGH THE TREES
ACCOMPANIED BY THE MOST GENTLE MORNING BREEZE
IT'S TO ME AN EVER SO VERY PRECIOUS TIME OF DAY
ALMOST HAS ONE WISH RIGHT THEN TO KNEEL AND PRAY
WHEN LIGHT IN THIS EARLY FORM GIVES IT'S DISPLAY
DURING THIS MOST PRECIOUS MOST LOVED TIME OF DAY
WHEN THE AIR IS SO FRESH AND CLEAN AND ALL IS QUIET
AND THE RAYS OF SUNLIGHT GLOW IN HEAVENLY DELIGHT
IT GIVES A SOUL A FEELING ALL IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT
HAS ONE FORGET FOR AWHILE THE WORLD AND IT'S PLIGHT
I LOVE TO WALK WITHIN THE SUN LIT TREES AFTER DAWN
ALONG A TRACK OR PATH OR PARK SO EARLY IN THE MORN
IT'S ALMOST A RELIGIOUS TIME OF DAY IN IT'S SELF THEN
WHEN EARLY BIRDS FLY THE SPARROW THE FINCH AND WREN
WHEN THE SMALLEST WILDLIFE COMES OUT FIRST OF ALL
IN THE DISTANCE YOU CAN SOMETIMES HEAR THEIR CALL
ONE ALMOST GETS THE FEELING THAT ONE SHOULD CREEP
WHEN THE DEW DROPS FROM TREES DRIPS WITHOUT A PEEP
BEAUTIFUL POETRY COMES IN DROVES TO THE POETIC MIND
THE WORDS THEY PRESENT THEMSELVES THAT ONE CAN'T FIND
IT IS AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY
AND SO EVER A GIFT TO BE ABLE TO BEGIN A DAY THIS WAY.