I wake up at five every morning, to see the dew that the night had been doing,
I feel like flying far far away the dawning of the day gets me this way
The way the flowers open as the sun touch them, creates a song that seem to never end.
Suddenly birds appear from far and near
Some quiet common , some quiet rare,
How often do I get here?The point where nothing else compare to the feeling I get there.
I hear tiny tapping sounds that creates a rhythm to the world I adore,
a sound so soft and pure
I look up to see what pours but I begin to here thunderous roars.
I come to see small drops of water from the sky as I look out my doors.
Rain!! Oh yes it's here
God's Way of saying he is still there.
All the flowers close again, birds fly to a place that is warmer,
to open and reappear, when it is brighter.
But yet I feel like flying far far away
Cause even though it rains, the dawning of the day still gets me that way.
