Morning hours
Birds singing
I take a walk
On the footpath.
Sun in the east
Rising high yonder
Rosy sky above
Greeting the day.
Surrounding nature
Slowly awakening
People wondering
As eyes tend to open.
Reflecting rays
On lake surface
Impress the mind
With a gleaming touch.
Whole wide world
In ecstatic union
Sends a message
Of eternal bliss.
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