The morning moments sauntered by
And each one bowed its head to me,
Like gulls upon the evening sky
They spiralled upwards endlessly,
Without the need to come back down
They glittered in reflected gold,
Like gems in an immortal crown
That man can never hope to hold.


The seeds of sensitivity
Are more than all the things we see,
And more that everything we know
Moving with such a heavenly flow,
To grow like children in a book
Is all most children really need,
And we all need to take a look
At natures truly wondrous seed.


To give can make us truly glad
When hunger can be satisfied,
To give can make our hearts replete
For every smile makes us complete,
And morning moments drifting free
Are much more than the time we know,
Those seeds of sensitivity
Create the book of heaven’s glow…