The early morning time
Is so wonderful, refreshing, and new
Especially on lazy weekends
When bestowed with the leisure
To absorb the sight and sounds
Of the birds warbling
Children cheering
The flowers bedecked and nodding like nymphs
With droplets of crystal clear dew,
About to drip onto the ground
Or to get vaporized and vanquished
By the dawning sun
Into the thin air!
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