The Morning Mist
“Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
The sun is coming quick it must be dawn.
Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer’s here to stay.”
-John Denver, Season Suite: Summer