The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by a song birds trill.
As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle, with the morning breeze.
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You describe my early morning walks, every morning it's different....making one go back for more....A read bringing tranqillity to the mind.. .Thank you. Cindy
A lovely uplifting poem of a magic dawn. Makes one feel grateful to be truly alive....10