When the morning dew is waiting
For the first soft steps of day,
The grass glistens like glass plating,
Reflecting sunlight every which way.
Catching the birds’ eyes and earning
Their newest songs to announce
To the world abound, now yearning,
For readied choirs to pronounce.
The breeze tickles away any looming clouds
While the sun slowly starts to smile
To the coming and gathering crowds
All gaffed for their daily beguile.
So begins the steady walk of day
Through the hours it possesses
Until the darker shades of night invade
Through to morning’s new progresses.
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