When the morning sings through the shades of my window,
A cascade of soft illumination dances around like a few of the flowers,
When the morning sings, I hear the birds of song,
Dancing in the wind, a wilt of the rose,
When the morning sings, it’s a scientist to wake up from our dreams,
When the morning sings
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
When the morning sings through the shades of my window,
A cascade of soft illumination dances around like a few of the flowers,
When the morning sings, I hear the birds of song,
Dancing in the wind, a wilt of the rose,
When the morning sings, it’s a scientist to wake up from our dreams,
When the morning sings
