On the wings of the morning
Comes a beautiful sight
When the radiant sunrise
Bathes the earth with it's light.
And the sun starts to filter
Through the leafy green trees
As the dewdrops are kissing
Every rose that they please.

On the wings of the morning
Comes sweet sounds to my ear
As the birds sing in chorus
Joyful songs of good cheer.
And the rustling trees whisper
To the soft, balmy breeze
And the meadow is stirring
With the hum of the bees.

on the wings of the morning
Comes a peace to my heart
As a hush fills the new day
Just beginning to start.
Its a time for reflection
And some time spent in prayer
As I meet my friend in quiet
And commune with him there.

On the wings of the morning
Comes a healing of soul
With a chance to start over
And once more feel whole.
There's a beauty and wonder
Sweet content, hope and love
For the wings of the morning
Bring a touch from above.

Sara Stowell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-wings-of-the-morning/