JP Clark-Bekederemo - Morning Serenade

In the stillness of the morning, When dew kisses the dawn, A fresh breath of life, Rises on the horizon.

Birds begin their chorus, A serenade for the sky, As blossoms open wide, And scent the air nearby.

The world is reborn, In every shade and hue, Nature sings a hymn, In the hearts of me and you.