Nothing is as sacred as morning...
The sunrise, the birds chirping...
The life stirring in the morning dew,
the few the proud and select few..
The basking sun gracing your closed eyes
while the morning unfolds its warm surprise..
No more cold night to pass us over,
now's the morning of the blooming 4 leaf clover..
The stir of the early morning mist
to let us all know what we've missed..
None of the nights horrible terrors show now
and all the bad dreams just fade away anyhow..

11/16/2001

Posted on 11/16/2001
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