Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall, 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 re-creation of the new day

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word


yusuf Islam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM
Very lovely,, thank you for sharing this with us.

Spring is a wonderful time of year, Flowers blooming, trees growing new leaves, rain washing away all the dust and all the dull brown grass. The smell of rain at this time of year is very refreshing... .Sorry, that poem made me think this way.