When morning came
Fresh was the flowers’ smell
Through the window it came
And over the little well
That sat lonely each day
To where my body lay

When the morning came
The clouds woke from sleep
And the sun doing the same
Dew danced off, early birds sip
Fine pockets of white
Heaven’s own firmament

When the morning came
Neighbors’ frying pan sighed away
Perhaps it was that lovely dame
Ah, Sunday, always a blessed day!
Wait, that smell, it must be ginger
Breakfast will be different, lighter

When morning came
The sunlight repainted the world
Rivers and her inhabitants lay calm
Dogs bark, flies buzz, nothing is odd
Hamlets and towns wake with the light
A new beginning, a new story to write

When the morning came
Words get softer and milder
Hopes grow, grief tamed
The birds fly away, to somewhere
Morning breeze brings fortune and peace
And a handful of heartwarming bliss

Peace be unto you always.