I french kiss the morning,
And open my eyes,
The sun is smiling; the clouds are high,
I jump out of bed, and grab my book,
Then search in earnest for a quiet nook,
I finish my story and hike the trail,
Climbing a mountain; the trek I prevail,
I run to the arms of the one I love,
Passion and fire in an innocent hug,
I smile at the Earth that beckons to me,
Come on! Get up!
It's time to be free.