The morning is rising, the blackbird is singing, <br />From out of the shadows of branches and leaves, <br />His song rides the breeze and is breaking the silence, <br />As into the springtime his melody breathes. <br /> <br />New life through the stillness as skies are now glowing, <br />And colours awaken as night fades away, <br />The sunlight is peeping above the horizon, <br />And casting its warmth at the start of the day. <br /> <br />With blossoms so pretty like snowflakes are falling, <br />As daffodils shine in their glory like gold, <br />And waving before me they greet the new dawning, <br />An ocean of beauty, such treasure they hold. <br /> <br />The morning is rising, the blackbird is singing, <br />And filling the air with his sweet notes of love, <br />As echoes of joy now envelop the woodland, <br />And clouds slowly pass in the blue skies above.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-is-rising/
