In the Morning

in the morning, in the morning
in the morning there is light
dispelling darkness with its beauty
and replacing what was night

with golden sunshine on the cloud tops
even when it still seems grey -
in the morning when day's dawning
as Earth's shadow slips away

into brightness into lightness
and the promise of a new
awakening, generating
a clear and crystal view

of the purpose and the meaning
of every breath we take -
in the morning still it's seeming
we're floating on a lake

meditating while still waiting
for another day to start,
conscious breathing before leaving
before we each depart

in the morning, in the morning
in the morning for the day -
in the sky the Sun keeps shining,
and 'til nightfall it will stay...