Monkees

Early Morning Blues And Greens

By diane hilderbrand and jack keller
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
i wake as i have always done,
to freshly scented sycamore
and cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms ny face
i'm diappointed in the taste.
but there's a peace the early brings
the morning world of growing things.
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I feel the moments hurry on
it was today, it's died away,
and now it is forever gone.
And i will drink my coffee slow
and i will watch my shadow grow
and disappear in firelight
and sleep alone again tonight.