Oh morning blooms! thy charm upon my waking eyes,
such beauty of creation, a good morning must suffice!
Those red and green and of shades so violet
to miss a sight like this and wake up late
dressed in sunrise’s gold and morning dew
how can you oh man, in slumber lie through?
Oh morning chirps, thy music to my ear rhymes
the morning praises rendered forth across climes!
The avian orchestra, of plumages dark and bright
awake, for a new dawn has replaced last night
Hear the praises they sing, sing with much rejoice
now arise oh man, for you too must find your voice!
