beginnings
I rose
One Sunday early morning spirit bold warm rested strong reflected
good feelings spilling from within and heart like rooster crowed
O Sol
Bright and morning starshine just like gold on sweet green leaves of dogwood
maple oak on grass neath my window grown
And so I rose
And soared my soul a phoenix like it did one day half a hundred years before
and baby boy I hold him five months old and laughing so his mirth and infant
speech a mystery no more but wise divine and deep as mine
And so I rose
As fresh and new as him yet eternal as the wind
And then was born beginnings of this song
Chris Hayden
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