As the short summer night had passed me by
I went out to see the sun rise.
A bat flew by and a butterfly
The fairies shook the tree and a breeze whispered by
My sadness was soothed in it's sighs.

The song of morning's a wave
Rises and falls like the ocean
So high in it's frequency
All around perfect colossal chaotic harmony
Washed my spirit clean

The world is turned by the song of the birds