Good morning ballad. Original poem.

Good morning ballad.

When I wake up at six
which is a beautiful prix,
I open my arms to the sky
to thank my beloved God.

I look at the birds that fly
and I give them good morning.

My wishes for a good day
also go to my good friends,
to the clouds, or to the bay.

We have to thank God
for the lives of our loved ones
and I sing a soft ballad
which is music of love.

We must thank God for everything
and go with the company of the sun.

Good morning to the guitar
to the sea, to the cedar, to the rose,
to the working man,
to the kid, to Jim and Joe,
good morning to the birds
and good morning for all.