Morning Times...

When the morning rays of the sun, hit the morning sky so blue;
When the earth revolves around your fist and the mynah calls out to you.

With clouds so white and birds with song, telling a nomad's tale;
With paraquettes perched on branches wide, humming with joyful quail.

The flowers bloom with petals pink, spreading the scent of love;
The butterflies flutter their wings so chic, like a hand that fits a glove.

The suddenly you hear it cry, in the distance of the morn,
The stormy clouds of Nefertite that keel the morning dawn.

The rumble near - they rumble far, beckoning to the Tlaloc of Rain;
To come down on earth and free us all, wash out our sorrow and pain.

And then it fell, like ice on earth, cleansing the earth we walk;
Of matter and of substance, the evil that we talk.


The scrambled eggs of ham and cheese, and buttery salted toast;
Was quickly all of gobbled, by both the guest and host.

A new day had come to us, a new walk to begin;
With brisk strides and hearts so big, our faces lit to win.