Morning

In the hush before dawn's first light,

When the world's still cloaked in night,

A symphony of silence reigns,

As nature stirs from slumber's chains.

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The sky, a canvas painted blue,

With streaks of pink and golden hue,

As whispers of the sun's embrace,

Begin to chase the shadows' trace.

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Birds awaken with joyful song,

Their melodies, a chorus strong,

They greet the day with wings unfurled,

Dancing in the newfound world.

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The leaves, with dewdrops kissed by morn,

Glisten in the light newborn,

They rustle in the gentle breeze,

A dance of life among the trees.

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Oh, morning! How you do inspire,

With promises of new desire,

A chance to start afresh, anew,

To chase the dreams we hold onto.

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And as the sun climbs higher still,

We heed the call, the morning's will,

To break our fast with joyful feast,

And fuel our souls for endless feats.

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So let us rise with hearts aglow,

Embrace the day, let worries go,

For in the morning's tender light,

We find the strength to take to flight.