Morning Gift

Don't you just love the mornings When you go outside And there on the ground Is a fresh perfect green leaf A leaf floated from the quiet Summer trees Just resting on the gra*s And waiting to be discovered Touch the treasure And pick it up gently And feel the excitement Of a new leaf with no tears No marks, no holes It is the sign Of healing and future Don't you just love the mornings When you're reminded Of the special gifts of life Don't you just love the mornings When you go outside And there on the ground Is a fresh perfect green leaf A leaf floated from the quiet Summer trees Just resting on the gra*s And waiting to be discovered Touch the treasure And pick it up gently And feel the excitement Of a new leaf with no tears No marks, no holes It is the sign Of healing and future Don't you just love the mornings When you're reminded Of the special gifts of life