At dawn when the sun’s rays first come
Filtering through the trees in the early sun,
I walk along the wooded trail,
And I hear the robins call, they never fail.

The fresh tracks of the deer can be easily seen,
The new spring shoots are an emerald green,
The poison ivy can be seen twisting around the trees,
Like rooted ropes, they cause much misery.

The little brook gurgles as it travels along
Snaking through the ground with its tinkling song,
And heard up above are the honking of geese,
Flying in the morning sky with grace and ease.

The stillness and serenity of the early morning walk
Is so peaceful, you don’t hear anyone talk,
The crisp air is invigorating as I walk in the early morn,
With Mother Nature as I stroll along.