| Morning Song Early in the morning,
The air is fresh and new.
Early in the morning,
The sky is so bright and blue. The birds are singing in the trees,
The leaves are blowing in the breeze.
The clouds in the East are glowing,
With the dawn of a new morning. My heart bursts into song,
At this beauty that surrounds.
And I do not think that anyone
Could really look at it, and frown. by Celia Tracycopyright © 2001 Celia Tracy
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