If you tiptoe very
softly
Then you will not
disturb,
For it's morning in
the forest
Where only crunchy
frost is heard.
Oh the misty morning
The freshness of the
day,
Gentle breezes blowing
Sweet, the calling of
the waking birds.
Don't waken up the
sleeping
Quiet footsteps if you
dare.
For the tigers are
there waiting
Another day to share.
Look, here comes the
morning sun
Softly it will melt,
All the coldness of
the night
And the fear that
darkness felt.
God is opening the
beginning
Of a day that's fresh
and new,
Touch it with a gentle
heart
His precious love in
you.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with
permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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