New Morning
I finally hear the song of spring,
Cacophony of birds that sing,
As bright the dawn of sunshine rays,
Across the vibrant field it plays.
My heart leaps up as day begins,
Each daffodil and crocus grins,
And, gaze upon their world in view,
A bright new morning born anew!
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 25, 2019
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