I miss the peace of morning sounds
The tender tug that calm expounds
The smell of coffee in the air
It seems to be most everywhere
The gentle hum as life revives
Before the world becomes alive
The quiet lull before the dawn
That signals all, here comes the morn !
Too soon the morning sounds arrive
Informing all we’re still alive
Outside a bird begins to cheep
To certify we’re not asleep.
I hear the sound of running feet
A dog is barking in the street
Mid tires traversing on the road
As trucks pass bearing heavy load.
The stress and strain commence once more
Ere we have stepped outside the door
I can’t believe today’s begun
We’ve barely time to greet the sun !
How often I have wished that I
Could spread my wings and learn to fly
O’er mountain peaks there rising high
Across the meadows whisking by
The waters stretched to touch the sky
While gravity on earth denies.
Along the ridges wide and dry
Where eaglets nest and flight imply
I hear the mighty oceans sigh
And whisper to this world goodbye !
GOD BLESS HIS WORLD !
There is a sound I love to hear
A bugle call upon my ear
Its brassy tone does thrill my heart
And chills my spine right from the start
My hair all seems to stand on end
As tones and notes begin to blend.
What started as a hunting horn
Before the age of bronze was born
Evolved into what we now know
The bugle calls to troops they blow !
I hear a foghorn in the mist
Its throaty call, sandpaper kissed
Swaying branches shiver and shake
You’d think the sky was gonna’ break.
I love the sound of stormy skies
When lightning strikes and crackle flies
The weather comes, it goes astray
It spins about then skulks away !
I hear a sound, I think it’s rain
It pings against my window pane
Each droplet falling one by one
Like staccato echoes everyone
The drip, drip, dripping that I hear
Sounds like a trumpet on my ear
Crescendo rising to its peak
With no one there who dares to speak
The silence of the night is lost
There’s no one left to count the cost !
I hear the echoes from the street
Of hasty and retreating feet
Some voices carry on the breeze
And filter through the veil of trees.
Those sounds that do survive the night
Will disappear in morning’s light
The world awakes both old and young
When daybreak comes, the night time’s done !
