The Morning Sun Poem by Gladden Scribbles

The Morning Sun



It is all in the morning sun
yes. now, it is in the morning sun
that this serene view gladdens the day
gayly with its encircling rays,
turning round, turning round;
yes, so sweet, serene is all around
and so be my soul serene
as serene is this sweet scene.

The Morning Sun
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