I could smell the sunlight
Fragrantly falling
Like a morning perfume
Over winter’s skin
Sinking into the pores of the earth
As it sped along its way
I watched as the trees
Lifted their noses into the air
And waved their arms about
Endlessly trying to reach the sky
As if to say
Good morning
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