nature brings her calling every day,
the sunshine adorns her face.
the darkness lifts, gives way once more
to morning, cloaked in lace.

The beauty of the morning,
never subtle or sublime.
our hearts long to witness her arrival
as she passes on through time.

her beauty is striking, sunshine is her smile.
she coaxes the birds to sing.
morning wraps our world in wonder
as to morning's pleasures we do cling.

the beauty of the morning
fresh, with skirt of dew,
arrives once more to give us joy
as we walk the woodlands through.

greet her with happiness
open your arms and embrace
the beauty of the morning
with sunshine on her face!

 

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