The wind blows in soft whispers to your ears,
While the bright-gold sun shines from the east.
The birds start to chirp in a choral cheer,
Thus awakening the slumbering beasts.
The morning dew shines on the fresh-green grass,
While it gives tingling feelings to your feet.
The dawn turns so clear like a looking-glass
That foresees something about to complete.
Bright morning smiles upon your wonderful grace.
The nocturnal ones are almost asleep.
The sight that left you in an awestruck daze
Will forever in your memories keep.
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