When the morning dances

All the birds want to sing along
but the morning's sun is yet to come

Every leaf is dancing and teasing.
Their rythmless dance is all pain-easing.

Nature's orchestra won't be quiet.
With this forrest as its scene
we're memerised by it.

Breathtaking trees and flowers arise
trying to reach these far, azure skies

Strangers are seeking help and care
and outcast are craving protection here

And with this much peace
I would easily fall sleep,
but this feels like love
and I don't want to leave.