Cool morning breezes blow through the trees,
Green and fresh are their dew-kissed leaves,
Sunrays slant through the trees and hit the ground;
The music of peace is all around.
A dove skims across the beautiful river beautifully,
Soft little breezes blow the trees sweetly,
Little ferns are growing;
And with happiness my cheeks are glowing.
I love the beautiful forest that I see,
God created this earth so beautifully,
All of the birds do sing;
Of this beautiful Peaceful Morning.

*~Marian~