A blackbird perches on a leafy branch in a sunlit forest, with white flowers and moss below and glowing particles in the air.

Morning has broken like the first morning. Blackbird has broken spring in fresh from the world. Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from head to head. Like the first duke fall on the first branch. Mine is the sunlight. Mine is the morning. Born of the one night Morning has broken like the first morning. Dawn has shattered like the first dawn. Blackbird has ushered in newleaf fresh from the wild. Sweet the rain's fresh drop, sunlit from paw to paw. Like the first leaf falls on the first branch. Mine is the sunlight. Mine is the dawn. Born of the one night, Dawn has shattered like the first dawn. Dawn has awoken like the first light. Blackbird has heralded newleaf bright from the wild. Sweet the rain's soft fall, sunlit from whisker to whisker. Like the first leaf rests on the first bough. Mine is the sunlight. Mine is the dawn. Born of the one night, Dawn has awoken like the first light. Morning has shattered like the first sunrise. Blackbird has brought forth newleaf fresh from the forest. Sweet the rain's gentle drop, sunlit from paw to paw. Like the first bloom rests on the first branch. Mine is the sunlight. Mine is the morning. Born of the one night, Morning has shattered like the first sunrise. Morning sparkles like the first day of cheer! Songs of the blackbird twirl in the spring breeze, fresh and new from the land of wonder. Oh, how sweet the rain dances down, shining like little stars from nose to tail! Just as the first gentle leaf flutters on the branch of See more