Drawing 230 ~ of the view looking back to the shore during our early morning skinny dip. Seeing the sun coming up over the tree tops had this song spring to my lips.
Added to that a crow routinely caws at us as it hangs out in the tallest pine tree beside our cottage, just as the lyrics of the song “Morning Has Broken”, by Cat Stevens (now Yusuf Islam)
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning,
God’s recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken…