Nature sets it's scene,
On this brand new day,
Birds fly to and fro,
They are part of its play.
Taking part,
In life's precious array,
Their wonderful show,
So pleasant in life's own way.
A wood pigeon cries,
A crow searching as he goes by,
To rest awhile,
Nature so fine.
And the glorious sun,
Shines down on each and everyone.
A new day is here,
Their new day begun.
Jayne Louise Davies
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