
The morning which comes,
Is the morning which we live.
The morning which plays
Stays on to be
The morning is God’s own resemblence of things yet
Lord struggles to maintain his Lordship.
Adios!

The morning which comes,
Is the morning which we live.
The morning which plays
Stays on to be
The morning is God’s own resemblence of things yet
Lord struggles to maintain his Lordship.
Adios!

Hi to the morning scent,
To the morning light,
To the beautiful night which won’t say goodbye,
To the Lord,
Who is and will be.
Ain’t it fine?
Adios!

Around the thoughts,
Which go with the soul,
To think beautifully,
Uniquely and happily.
The thoughts which are true will be.
Adios!

A big jar of peanuts ,
Lies on the shelf.
Everyday Ma gives me a few of them and that’s what makes it special.
Adios!

A sweet flower,
Bought by a girl for her little brother,
That day was her brother’s birthday and he had turned four.
It was a small rose and that little boy loved it a lot.
It was the best birthday gift for him.
Adios!