Monday, September 7, 2009

An Early Morning Song...

Softly the wind began to blow
While the earth was still asleep,
The rain then fell all but slow;
A song of early morning started to arise.
The leaves danced
And the wind chimes sung,
The rain drops pranced,
Which made the flowers laugh;
A song of early morning begins to arise.
The morning came
And awoke the sleeping earth,
The wind was then tame
And the rain became a mist;
Then a song of the early morning arose,
Then a song of early morning arose.


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