Gift of the Morning
I love to wake up to the freshness of the morning.
The fresh air and the dew upon the ground.
Looking up at the beautiful sunrise.
You see the green grass, with the awakening of fresh
flowers and their aroma.
The birds are singing a lovely melody.
The squirrels are running up and down the trees
playing like little children.
As the wind blows you can hear the rustling of the leaves,
as the trees sway back and forth.
As you ponder on the beauty of such wonder.
You begin to think of the creator.
Here you behold the greatest man of all.
You can stand and feel his majestic touch on the earth.
Such warmth and beauty,peacful and sereen.
The fresh air and the dew upon the ground.
Looking up at the beautiful sunrise.
You see the green grass, with the awakening of fresh
flowers and their aroma.
The birds are singing a lovely melody.
The squirrels are running up and down the trees
playing like little children.
As the wind blows you can hear the rustling of the leaves,
as the trees sway back and forth.
As you ponder on the beauty of such wonder.
You begin to think of the creator.
Here you behold the greatest man of all.
You can stand and feel his majestic touch on the earth.
Such warmth and beauty,peacful and sereen.
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