Early Morning
Early Morning I cannot see the birds, Yet the birds sing. Their songs short and long, Opus, just the same. I cannot see the wind, Yet the trees sway. Their leaves soft and green, Rustle, just the same. I cannot see my love, Yet full with song. My heart warm and free, Captured, just the same. Leonard Thomas 7/8/01 Written August 7th, 2001 © on Feb 12 2002 09:51 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Early Morning..."