Morning has broken

Honey, I am missing you. I miss the morning before I left. I want to hold you tight. Blow you my kisses, darling. Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dew fall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness, where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, Eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day We saw two birds and I called bird-you and bird-me. I took this picture. I am missing you and that moment we were together. You are my rescuer and you are the nicest gift that life has brought to me.