Dawn arrives in subtle hues
The sun breaks like an egg
over the horizon
Through mists of Winter
I stare at the awakening of Mother Nature
Breathtaking and fresh
Delicate and vulnerable
Early morning dew
Tears wept by angels in the night
collect like snowglobes on the petals
of a perfect rose
I thank God
Feeling humble and small
For a new day
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