In the quiet wake of the day
The birds come out to play
Singing their sweet song
Sitting in the trees high above the lawn
Contently listening
To the cheerful chirping that brings mirth to the day
Inviting the sun to rise in the sky as the clouds clear away
This is nature’s way of marking each and every new day
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