The air moist
A promise of autumn lingering
In morning breeze
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Birds chirping loud
Argueing pushing shoving and pecking
to take a bath
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Sunbeams make the dewdrops glisten
In the early morning light everything shines
Like diamonds on the grass
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Branches wave in the storm
If we could be like that tree
And bend more without breaking
© KH
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