• In light as beautiful and majestic as an angle
    I stir and look to see the early morning
    Birds spreading there wings and chirping
    Light spilling though the trees to come through my window and bath me in light
    The leaves look golden in the early morn
    All sleeping animals waking to this and yawing
    And this gentle breeze stirs my hair
    Caressing my body in its soothing grasp
    The sun enveloping me with its warmth and light
    Sitting here with the one I love I must still be dreaming
    If this is a dream then I never want to wake from it