As the dawn breaks and the sun rises
I am listening to the song here of birds 
I am thinking of the song of birds a world away
How it would still be dark at this hour 
The birds not starting their song until later
The cool hot air wandering starting the 
Morning wash fire to be able to throw warm water
On you and not feel truly chilled to start the tea water
To walk hand in hand with a kindred soul
All the memories come rushing back with the songs
In the morning, as the mist moves across the lake
And the mosquitoes have found me where
My heart is full of another morning another life
With brothers and sisters who speak another language
Live another way and the simple presence 
Of Spirit in the morning