Beautiful falls the
morning dew.
Slowly I wake, looking for you.
I smile when I see you, your sleep soft and
true.
A hand I brush across your face, softly, as
not to ruin your peaceful blue.
Beautiful sleeps my love this morn.
Soft as a petal but a sharp
as a thorn.
A hand I lay on her stomach, ah, soon a child
is born.
Beautiful wakes my wife this day,
Opens her eyes from her
peaceful lay.
Softly smile I do, grinning if I may.
Beautiful then fell
the morning dew,
Slowly we woke, slowly we knew.
Beautiful slept my love that morn,
Soft as petal a child was born.
Beautiful wakes my wife these days,
Opens her eyes to see the
both of us…in many ways.