© April 23, 2006
Author: Kenneth Edward Keyn
When the morning comes and light shines and the breeze flows through the leaves, don't fear for coming day. It will find its way. Just feel the breeze upon your face. The morning breeze, my friend.
Friend, look! The morning comes! On the horizon! Dark shades no longer!
Morning comes! Morning comes, full of light! And the breeze flows through the leaves, my friend!