Between the night and day begins
A time of shadows in the trees
Nature's offering now transcends
More beauty than the eye can see
Deep in the forest dappled light
Uplifting clouds the morning mist
The swirling fog, like dreams adrift
Until the sun has greater height
The budding trees unfold to Spring
Bright meadow flowers dot the hills
Swift waters tumble down the rill
From every perch the birds now sing
Quills dipped in honey, nature's pen
It's nature's gift to write again.
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