Recall the Morning by April Dalphne

drifting into heaven
drifting into heaven
In a purely natural world,
we recall the morning
when everything is fresh and clean.
All is within reach and nothing impossible...

The air is hushed and still.
The sky serene.
And dewdrops glide through the fields
on the morning breeze.

And we move to the rhythms of enchanting melodies,
having awoke from dreams of bliss
as we welcome the new day.