Break Of Dawn
When I leave for work in the morning, it’s generally still dark. As summer goes on, it gets light before I’m out the door, so either way I miss the sunrise. There’s something about the beginning of the day, whether it’s cold and grey or warm and sunny or raining, it’s a beautiful time and I’m sorry I don’t see more of them.
I love this song by Cat Stevens, “Morning Has Broken” I actually fell in love with it hearing Ellen Greene sing it on “Pushing Daisies,” but his is the original version (you can hear it here). Here are the lyrics:
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
I love the pictures the song paints, and I don’t really have much else to add to it.