When the night folds up its shadows
And the sky begins to bloom,
Tiny rays of golden sunlight
Chase away the sleepy gloom.
Every leaf begins to sparkle,
Every bird begins to sing,
Morning paints the world with colors
Soft as dreams and bright as spring.
Walk with hope beside your heartbeat,
Let your quiet spirit rise,
Even small and gentle moments
Can become the brightest skies.
THIS IS MORNING TIME ALL SUBSTANCE DOIND SOMTHIND THIS IS MY POEM MEENING