by Steve Waldrop
Wondering eyes gazed from the nest Into unknown that wait out there, To battles dire, to face your test, The future now your soul will dare.
Ever on the wheel doth turn, Birth and death and planting seed, Ceasing not though worlds may burn, With humble act or mighty deed.
Who knows where you heart will roam, What weal or woe the future brings? Yet you must fly, must part from home, And boldly now must test your wings.
My Morning Song with spirit bold, Forevermore shall my heart hold.