Morning chillness

 "My voice You shall hear in the morning,

  O Lord;

In the morning I will direct it to You,

And I will look up."

~Psalm 5:3~

Chilled and cold was the morning of now
Silence began, but quite didn't know how.

Loud chirps and small were the creatures of here
Whistles and bells weren't too far from my ear.

The moon and the stars gave off their dim light
And whispers of His peace came flying through the night.

But this night was not night, it was morning at 4
When the sun came and shone, tucked inside mountains floor.

One whisper, one song; my heart was renewed
My voice You shall hear, I will lift it to You.