The Morning Sun

 

 

The morning sun invited me
With a bright, warm beam.
To go out into the garden,
To sit beside the stream.

The buds were faintly showing,
Through the earth came tender green.
The air was fresh, the sky was blue.
The birds joined in to sing.

Only nature in her splendor
Could create such a prefect scene.
The warmth, the smell, the miracle.
The magic time of Spring.

 

 

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