Morning Secret

The morning has a secret
Swept on fertile winds
There is a host to frequent
After opening the blinds
It unravels in a whisper
Like a gentle touch on a cloth
Or a ripple through your fingers
As light attracts a moth
It can be felt from a mile
The secret is to be kind
To begin the day with a smile
Whether it rains or shines
Only then will your day captivate
Like rain the sadness will evaporate
So be kind to the kind
And be kind to the unkind
That is the morning secret
And now you must keep it