Dawn
The sun burst into happiness,
The roses pink like
A mothers' love for her child
The grass whistles
As the treetops sing
In the early morning light
The river silently flowing
Through the garden
Like a snake slithering
Through the grass
The wind blows softly
In the garden
At dawn.
The roses pink like
A mothers' love for her child
The grass whistles
As the treetops sing
In the early morning light
The river silently flowing
Through the garden
Like a snake slithering
Through the grass
The wind blows softly
In the garden
At dawn.