When the morning bird cries
Becky Bennett, Age 13

When the sun comes up over the hazy horizon in the morning
When the dew drops sprinkle their diamonds on the grass
When shades of blue paint their way across the dawn sky
And when the morning bird begins his cries
You will hear me

When the bees fly round the honeysuckle’s sugar scent
When the wind spins and dances amongst your hair
When the grasses rustle and whisper around your ankles
And when the morning bird flies across the fields
You will hear me

When the sun burns its golden halo up high
When the maple leaves glisten on their branches
When water trickles and tumbles gently down a stream
And when the morning bird swoops down on its prey
You will hear me

When the soft rain drops like silk on your head
When the darting fox dashes over the hills
When the skies clap and the clouds rain down
And when the morning bird takes shelter from the rain
You will hear me

When the clouds clear their thunderous grey curtains
When the water drips from the gleaming trees
When the puddles evaporate up into the skies
And when the morning bird emerges safe from shelter
You will hear me

And you will hear me when the morning bird cries
For I am with you when the morning bird cries
And I am always walking with you
For you will hear me...

When the morning bird cries.