The bright sun shines its rays through the window
As the clear blue sky awakens the sparkling dew
The promise of the morning will be kept by the day
As a golden world lays on its blessings in its way
People bustle and scurry as their plans unfold
Promises that seem so easy for us are now sold
As each is put into practice a first step is carefully made
How can there be sorrow as this morning is played?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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