Mornings

Sun bursts through the night gone dark
Birds flit through the tree limbs close
A Calliope of the morning dance of life
This a new beginning, a continuation of all

The din of sound fills our existence full
The movement of creation crawling everywhere
Bright sparkles glinting in the motion
Lights flickering in colours of rainbow

This we are, this we will be
And we are known once more

Forever…

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