Sunlight shimmers through the tree's tangled limbs
and through my curtains ever so ajar
leaving a warm patch until the day dims
and the sun leaves behind the hills afar.
The sky has a crisp early morning chill
both bitter and refeshing to my skin
as the sun slowly rises from its hill
and the cooing alarm lets day begin.
The grass is smothered in soft soaking dew
which tickles the ankles of my morning walk
when the fields are filled with the cheery few
who heel their dogs as they stop to talk.
There is so much joy in how morning wakes
and dismay when the day finally breaks.
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