It’s morning in the mountains

The sun peeks through the pine

After the quiet night

Where the moon and stars shine

When the hoot owls hoot

And the screech owls screech

So much quieter than

The ocean roar at the beach

The birds start chirping

But there’s no other sound

Other than the chipmunks

Running around

And the rush of the water

In the babbling brook

Plus the caws of the crow

And the big old rook

The wind through the trees

Makes a faint rustling

Then the squirrels begin

Their morning tussling

The woods in the mountain

Has its morning routine

In its own little way

It’s like the city bustling

The animals and the water

The wind through the trees

Are the happy sounds

Of the place I like to be

A peaceful mountain morning

Sounds happy and free

It’s a time and a place

That I love to be