Light sings in the early morning hour, birds call back bright, blissful, bold. The darkness dissipates like a heavy fog, while the earth warms, dispelling the cold. The sky is like the stage, for the golden orb as it takes it's rightful place. The horizon brightens all around. While the sun chants, sweetly and full of grace. The tune is unchanging, and, yet, you could listen a million times, never growing tired of the celestial melody and heavenly rhymes as you get out bed and get ready.