I watch the morning sun come up,
And feel the gentle breeze,
And hear the voices of the birds,
As they play in the trees.

And then I feel the energy,
That sunrise always brings,
While bending lips create a smile,
And then my spirit sings.

There are some days that start the same,
But this I cannot see,
‘Cause there are days that start so sad,
And life seems bleak to me.

But if I could remember as,
A day like that begins,
Perhaps the sun and birds and trees,
Will change my frowns to grins.

And now as I go through this day,
I’m armed with Heaven’s best,
For I have witnessed Father’s love;
I’m ready for the rest.

© James O’Brien
June 2003

Midi Playing:
The Memory of Trees by Enya