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The Sound Of The Morning, [ Nature]
The sound of the morning
whispered clearly in my ear
as the nightingale sang it's melodic song.
Flickering Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom
taking joy in the abundance of nectar
dripping from within.
as they carried bursting drums of pollen
to a queen so pure.
Ant's scurried within the cracks of walls
busying as the day went on.
brightly showing off their splendor
to the wonders of the world.
Dark clouds formed
as flies took to the air
fearless in their plight
as birds ...
The man flue took its toll this week
It sapped my strength and made me weak
My eyes felt like they were popping out
And my high temperature sometimes made me shout
The aches and pains drove me up the wall
I don't think I got any sleep at all
I tossed and turned throughout the night
And by the next morning