The Beautiful Place

The beautiful place just as the sun rise
Above the eastern horizon i can visualize
When Nature's feathered minstrels chirp, whistle and sing
The great gift of memory is such a beautiful thing
Happy to witness the birth of a day
By the babbling brown creek from here far away
As the sun like a large orange ball rise above the distant hill
The fresh morning air does have a slight chill
In distance far from the streets of the town
Where the noisy traffic pass up and down
Fancy does often take me far away
To the beautiful place at the dawn of the day
The pure and clean air does have a slight chill
As the sun slowly rises above the brown hill.