Magic In The Morning

When the clouds are away Gathering at the edge of the sky When the last flicker of a star Silently in a corner goes to die When wings from the nests Flutter to get ready for the flight When peaks afar shine yellow By the stream of morning light When from the edge of hills Come flitting sound of a stream When the earth is fresh as a bud As if a lass wakes up from a dream When upon tips of green grass Dew hangs to shine as diamonds When buds open up to cool ray And sway merrily in leafy fronds I wake up to stand and stare The grand scene nature does unfold That it hides in its lap whole night For mortal like me to get up and behold