A pleasant morn in every way,
The trees are still,
The sun appears,
Clouds part,
In the sky above,
Birds are singing,
Oh so near.
A crow that flies,
It's cry so loud,
Heading off to pastures new,
This is another day to live,
This morning laced with early dew.
Nature of this special place,
Fills my heart with gentleness,
Nature is that warm embrace,
I look to you with tenderness.
Jayne Louise Davies
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