Looking across the field
The early morning dew
The silhouette of deer
Just barely in view
The light breeze moves the fog
Saturates all the leaves
Take a little time
It makes nonbelievers, believe
At the back of the field
Just above the trees
View the clouds with there lining
Forming with such tender ease
Then, there’s the birds and their early morning song
As they begin to chirp
Make you feel like you belong
When you take time to look
Enjoy what’s been given
All the wonders around you
Make you grateful that your living
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