An August Morning

Here is the song of an August morning
With the birds full of gaiety singing
The lush leaves of green
And the brightest sun ever seen

This is the song of a wonderful morning
Played in the heart to the strings of a violin
Feel the air fill your lungs of warm air free
The sweetest morning you will ever see

This is the song of a good day to come
The one that keeps evading some
Here is the morning for which you had been waiting
Look at your loved one still smiling

This is the song of a moment in its time lost
Sweet to me but sweeter to most
And with the words of a poet in the shadows today
I wish you and your loved ones a more wonderful day

Laurence Ramos
17/11/2012
11.44 am