It Is Sweet Morning Here

The bird will sing sitting On the bough as the winter Sun sheds its warmth across The wide valleys and meadows The stream will shine like A diamond chain as the sun Pours over it soft light of the Morn and downward it will flow The flowers will bloom Opening up colorful petals And chirping birds will play Around in a very happy mood Bees and butterflies will Hover around the flowers To seek honey and behaving Sometimes soft sometimes rude The cool will blow from The lap of the hills making The early risers to shiver and Will stay hanging on the grasses The cattle will walk in a File towards the fields and Young lasses will walk to the River to wash their long tresses