It's early morning in the forest
Birds sing
while the world sleeps.
The wind is soft,
the scent of rain still fresh.
I hear it, I feel it
Breathe it in
The quiet magic
of everything waking
The quiet magic of everything waking
It's early morning in the forest
Birds sing
while the world sleeps.
The wind is soft,
the scent of rain still fresh.
I hear it, I feel it
Breathe it in
The quiet magic
of everything waking