Good Morning

The rosy haze over the horizon

Chases away the still of night.

Birds start to sing sweet and pure,

And a breeze caresses the sky.

In the morning, the dew drips softly.

In the spring, a radiance is renewed.

In life, that's all we have, that's all we do.

The early shine peeks over the hills

Shattering the blanket of night.

The children are risen with new vigorous life,

And the trees waver with richness.

In the morning, the dew drips softly.

In the summer, a flame flickers eternally.

In life, that's all we have, that's all we do.

The crimson glow in the distance

Crawls up the cloak of night.

The leaves rustle like a rich rainbow,

And the earth quiets and rests.

In the morning the dew drips softly.

In the fall, a rush is settled.

In life, that's all we have, that's all we do.

The soft light in the sky

Blazes through the bitter night.

The air is crisp with freshness,

And the snow drifts in maidenly grace.

In the morning, the dew drips softly.

In the winter, a peace is fulfilled.

In life, that's all we have, that's all we do.

© by Raymond Tong, 20 March 1996