as each day begins . the morning glories stand watch . observing the world
as dawn breaks softly . the world wakes up in motion . there’s so much to see
the morning started without me, so i’m waiting for it to slow down
every morningis different, even thoughwe treat them the same
i greet the sunrise halfway through my first coffee the nights are shorter
in the autumn fog the city’s sounds are muffled quiet in the grey
every morning brings the choice of how to live the rest of our lives
the day will begin regardless if we’re awake so i’m sleeping in
there is a magic that we can only witness in the morning’s dawn
every morning the flower opens without fanfare or notice
uptown jack 