As the morn, in greatness, awakes
From the slumber and travel of it's nightly dreams
All God's creations
From fasting have their break
And the songbirds sing
Of Love
De-light-fully, fully of light
Joy do they bring
To our hearts
And minds
They remind
Now is the time
That fear
No matter how much it seems to matter
And have it's hold
At all, need not endear
For we are the ones that hold
And as such, undue hesitation caused by remembrance or anticipation
Need not be and indeed is naught
More the momentary wonderment before spreading and flapping the wings
Of our heart
Before flying as flight
Unto a never, ever end in sight
For Spiritual Be-ings we are
Oh what a day
Doth the ray's of light
The illuminator of night
Bring that we may further our way
Not ahead, to "spread"
Manmade, would be, "freedom" as it were
But first from within
Whence came the power of all actions put forth and words possibly said
'Tis the time for children at play
For adventure
To peak around and pop out it's head
Then spring forth in gusto that truest desire has its say
Oh what a morn, blessing us all
Perhaps before taking our first steps into action
Let's tarry a while and let meditative reflection be our first made transaction
Listening attentively yet gently, as the songbirds sweetly remind of our playful purpose and call
:)'s mike