The Morning Sun


The morning sun reflects its’ light to the ground, with the songs of birds greeting it
A sunset ablaze in color , the moon rising to fill the evening sky


To see each of them, it can take your breath away
It always happens from morning, to evening, to night, but each should be savored as to that moment
And for each time it happens, you get to love it all


On a walk a toad crosses the path, stop, to enjoy it for it is something special

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Clouds moving thru the blue overhead, a beauty not much to be compared

A new snow blanketing the other seasons with the night light of the moon on it and the shadow of trees it casts
All days are adventures, with something new and of surprise, if you take it in and know it is unique

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