Monday, November 8, 2021

Morning

It's morning all, time to awake,
Don't sleep in for sleeping's sake
The air is deliciously fresh and clean
Dewdrops on grass enhancing the green

Trees swaying in the breeze
Birds flying with total ease
Squirrels jumping with reckless abandon
Flowers drinking the warmth of the sun

Sunday, funday, humans rejoice
As the chattering creatures find their voice
Chirping, laughing, blowing wind
Are with laughing, chatting, crying entwined

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