By A. E. Lee
The mists from the river are swirling, seeping,
and weeping over land,
bathing in the morning sunlight.
Oh, that freshness of a new day.
The dew on the grass,
humidity of mingling smell of water, sun and grass.
A faint aroma of burning wood.
Oh, the joy of awakening the birth of another day.
The shrill sound of a dawn chorus is a beauty that reaches within you.
So uplifting a morning can be.
All the people in the world can share in this special time of day.
So take comfort in a bond so beautiful that we can rejoice and sing with a coming of a new day……