Morning-glory

Every morning,
I look out my window.
The birds are singing,
The moon slowly disappears,
Makes room,
For the sun to rise.

I hear the water flow,
The ducks are chattering.
Everything is so lovely,
Peaceful and quiet.

Dew drops on the grass,
Are blinking under the blue sky.
The playing of the butterflies,
The smile of all the flowers,
It makes me happy,
And makes me fly.

But the most beautiful of all,
Are your lovely brown eyes,
Twinkling like stars,
And telling me a good morning.