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MORNING AWAKENSThe dawn begins, a new day born slowly I stir, to the suns call. Around me the beauty, the magic is free as nature awakens, its splendours to see. The chorus of birds, each chirp so unique oh how the mornings bring us such treats. Each tiny flower, opens to sky's Showing the beauty captured inside. I yawn, and I stretch to this wonderful day watching the sun rise, rabbits that play. Webs of the spider, glisten with dew sparkling in sunlight, that brings us life new. The beauty of day light given again each day renews yet never the same. Growing here slowly wonders to see every new seedling, from flowers to trees. The wonders of nature, all here to see Gods beautiful creations, the birds and the bees. Each delivers the splendours of morn I share in its magic, so glad I was born. By B Kingsford Copyright 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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