As the melody of the river
quiet yet alive
echos throughout the forest
And the whisper of the
blooming flowers
awakens the birds that overlook the hills
who send their calls
loud and clear
over across the mountain
As the music from the
fog covered mountain
flows upon the air
trees lift their bows
proud and strong with praise
And sway with
the song of the wind
As the elk, the bears,
the birds, the moose,
all lift their heads in welcome
of the pink light of
an orange sun
that crawls across the sky
And as the calls of the animals,
the song of the wind,
and the echo of the forest
combine
Morning is silently
creeping into the world
as the darkness of night
Disappears
quiet yet alive
echos throughout the forest
And the whisper of the
blooming flowers
awakens the birds that overlook the hills
who send their calls
loud and clear
over across the mountain
As the music from the
fog covered mountain
flows upon the air
trees lift their bows
proud and strong with praise
And sway with
the song of the wind
As the elk, the bears,
the birds, the moose,
all lift their heads in welcome
of the pink light of
an orange sun
that crawls across the sky
And as the calls of the animals,
the song of the wind,
and the echo of the forest
combine
Morning is silently
creeping into the world
as the darkness of night
Disappears

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