Silence so appealing,
Silence of the morn,
Early morning precious view,
I see,
I sit,
I yawn.
For I'm about to start my day,
The birds are singing softly,
I need something to spur me on,
But memories always stop me.
I feel you in my heart so much,
In all that nature brings,
Remembering many splendid days,
Such heartfelt joy they'd bring.
Silence is my haven now,
I sit and think of you,
Pleasant is the morning,
Laced with sparkling dew.
Jayne Louise Davies
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