An Early Morning Amble
An Early Morning Amble
The shining eye of the morning sky rises to find…
A forest fresh from last night’s rains,
whispering its secrets in the trembling treetops.
Swirling currents in the rushing river,
babbling and bubbling in the verdant valley.
The hills above seeming to sing,
with a chorus of birds in the bowers.
And flowers bursting with color in this dream of green,
flirting with me in the meadow.
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