The day broke free
From the fetters of the night
The vibrant birds go on a new days flight
Dew drops on the flowers
Like tiny pearls shine
This magnificent sight
touches this heart of mine.
Bees buzz around in the search of bread
A good days work which
They have ahead
O beautiful morn
What creation art thou
Such bewitching beauty
I know not how
The dew greets thou
With a gentle kiss
The bountifulness of nature
Nothing is amiss
I must go now for we must part...
Till the night creeps in
Through with the stars.
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