Inspiration

You’re my quiet inspiration
In the morning before the dawn
When there’s croaking in the thrushes
And soft shadows cross the lawn

There’s laughter from the songbirds
From a corner of the wood
And blue pansies near the hedges
Where the cherries one time stood

The glories of the morning
When human hums have yet to start
Are hidden in the hours
When most are dreaming in the dark

But sitting in these moments
When the beauty of life unfolds
Is no match for your sweet memory
That in my heart has taken hold