I’m grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan
When the morning world is mine
I do because I can.

I love the quietude of dawn
Before the sun’s completely up
I rub my eyes and give a yawn
And fill once more my coffee cup.

The morning songs of birds awakening
In the misty dawn,
Sets my very soul aquaking
Like windblown grass of lawn.

The springtime morns especially treat me,
With the springtime birds of song,
The robins come to early greet me,
The blue jays also come along.

Thank God for mornings, whatever season,
They’re a beauty to behold;
I’ll not be broke for any reason,
Because the mornings are my gold.