The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by a song birds trill.
As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle, with the morning breeze.
Cotton ball clouds skip across the sky,
while a hawke circles, searching on high.
Each, and every dawn is quite unique,
when nature awakes, and starts to speak.
Tango
You describe my early morning walks, every morning it's different....making one go back for more....A read bringing tranqillity to the mind.. .Thank you. Cindy
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A lovely uplifting poem of a magic dawn. Makes one feel grateful to be truly alive....10