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In the early morning dawn
Just sitting and yawning,
Waiting for the birds, to start chirping and loudly sing
They are waiting, for the golden sun to appear
In there chirping, unslightly, to singinging louder and louder and louder , , you can hear, when the golden sun soon dawns closer and near
Its like an orchestra, first so calm, soothing and clear
The excitement builds and grows, louder and louder, as the early morning dawn draws, closer and more near
Sometimes, right before the dawn, breaks over the west
It seems that the noisy, excited birds , are anxiously, waiting and waiting, for the golden sun, to appear , like magic over the mountains to the west and crest
Then all at once, when the warmth, is everywhere on land from the golden sun
Suddenly, the noise, and music, with all its marvel, and ensemble, is over and done
It becomes silent and still
When the golden sun, has come over the crest, at will
As the sun gets warmer, and warmer
You look outside, wondering where are all of the noise makers, where did they go, is the orcherestra done singing for sure
There may be a light chirp or two
With the golden sun, shinng brightly, with skies of blue
By john d jungers
28. March. 2016
It seems there are a thousand birds or more, in the trees m singing louder and louder, just waiting, waiting for the golden sun
then once the golden sun, so magically appears and another day, has begun, in a heartbeat, the orchestra is over, exhausted, and for another day, all done
then once the golden sun, so magically appears and another day, has begun, in a heartbeat, the orchestra is over, exhausted, and for another day, all done
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