Of Hearth & Moss - Morning Comes Easy

There’s a hum in the walls, the kettle sighs, The sunlight creeps with half-closed eyes. Steam curls up like a whispered prayer, And the day unfolds without a care. Boots by the door, dust on the floor, Bread from last night, still warm at the core. Outside the bees hum slow and true, And the world feels small, but wide, and new. Morning comes easy when your heart’s at rest, No gold to chase, no weight on the chest. The fields are green, the sky’s unplanned, And peace fits gentle in your hands. There’s a cat in the shade, a sparrow sings, A rusted bell on the porch rail rings. The wind smells sweet with dew and pine, And the silence hums like old-tuned lines. Morning comes easy when your heart’s at rest, No gold to chase, no weight on the chest. The fields are green, the sky’s unplanned, And peace fits gentle in your hands. Let the hours drift like leaves downstream, Let the coffee cool, let the sunlight lean. Every breath’s a song half-sung, Every end’s where life’s begun. Morning comes easy when your soul’s unbound, When the earth still hums that low, warm sound. No clocks to keep, no grand commands, And peace fits gentle in your hands.