The morning's here, another day,
The sun is shining through,
I left my worries all behind;
Today, I start anew.
An orchestra of tuneful birds
Gives messages of cheer,
The dark of night has vanished
And the morning sun is here.
The dew is wet with diamonds
And the world has come alive,
The little stems I planted,
All limp; will now survive.
The morning's come, the air is sweet,
The sun is shining through,
Yesterday has ceased to be -
Today, I start anew.
~ Mildred H. Bell
The sun is shining through,
I left my worries all behind;
Today, I start anew.
An orchestra of tuneful birds
Gives messages of cheer,
The dark of night has vanished
And the morning sun is here.
The dew is wet with diamonds
And the world has come alive,
The little stems I planted,
All limp; will now survive.
The morning's come, the air is sweet,
The sun is shining through,
Yesterday has ceased to be -
Today, I start anew.
~ Mildred H. Bell
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