Oh,
now with the morning sun’s arrival
A new dawn, and the sparkling green grass
Upon the sun, rest the earth’s survival
A poet praising through wet window glass
Birds chirping, wind slowly blowing away
Sun silently rises above, the skies
Bright rays of light, indicating the day
Hungry little ones weep, the mother flies
The sky is filled with beautiful blue cloud
It’s as lively as it could have ever been
The beauty speaks to me, almost loud
And splendor is like few have ever seen
I stay away, but praising her to the best
I’ll write it down, and just leave her to rest
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