At the break of dawn

The songbird sings

And the sun peeps slyly

From behind the hills

And then it sprays

A gust of golden dust

And dabs it with a cotton puff

Of flossy clouds that drift along

While the songbird in the woods

Sings its morning song

The dewdrops shimmer

On needle leaves

Splintering light

Like crystal beads

The wind then plants a gentle kiss

On the rosy cheeks that lie in bed

Underneath the silken satin sheets

Black almond eyes awaken

Like the first blossom of spring

And with them unfold

A thousand dreams.



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