Sweet soprano sparrow, morning call unto the calm. A second echos
back, Hatchlings wake
with song.
An angel lifts the trumpet from high upon her stone. Another angel
rises up; Responds with
music blown.
The fluting of a hummingbird is heard from distant glen. So wakes responding
hummingbird, Angelic songs
ascend.
Scampering feet amidst the shrub, as dancers take their place. Swirling skirts
of morning air. Laughter on the
face.
Awaken, chorus! Lift your voice, enjoy the gift of song! Let a single song
break forth, And earth will
sing along.