For those who rise to seek the morning
Joyous airy sprits sing without words
A lyric tune so old
It tells of trees and the endless shifting sky
Warm earth and the clean dry whisper of grasses in the wind
Long before the restless hum of man
Drowned out the forever-song
And the rushing world forgot to listen
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
For those who rise to seek the morning
Joyous airy sprits sing without words
A lyric tune so old
It tells of trees and the endless shifting sky
Warm earth and the clean dry whisper of grasses in the wind
Long before the restless hum of man
Drowned out the forever-song
And the rushing world forgot to listen
