in the mists of the sunrise, a squirrel chatters
and a bird i can not see laughs at me, heartily…..
tis not the morning after,
this the dawn of a new day –
look around you –
the evergreen that ever was is still here –
as am I,
as are You.
in the mists of the sunrise, a squirrel chatters
and a bird i can not see laughs at me, heartily…..
tis not the morning after,
this the dawn of a new day –
look around you –
the evergreen that ever was is still here –
as am I,
as are You.