the bright sunny morn
induced birds into loud singing
the bright sunny morn
their chorusing rousing of horn
as if they were message ringing
a day replete in much shining
the bright sunny morn

You are my mirror
and my open door
You're my morning
and my rousing
but I am so poor.

I'm glad you like me
and enjoy my work
I'm lucky you help me
though I'm in the dark.

I had just some words
You made them sound good
I was just a dusty dreamer,
and you inspired me to be a writer.