Blissful Morning

The sky is a coppery hue,
The birds are chirping in the trees,
The temple bells are tolling true,
The cool breeze blows through me.

I sit on the steps of the temple,
And close my eyes and pray,
For peace and happiness to dwell,
In my heart each and every day.

The sun is rising in the east,
The sky is turning a golden hue,
The birds are singing their morning song,
And the world seems new.

I open my eyes and smile,
For this is a beautiful day,
A day to be grateful for,
And to live each moment to the fullest