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By mkbs1978 Date: 2003 Aug 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.06.09.08.756]] |
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The warmth of the morning sun The birds singing of a new day The kiss of the morning dew On flowers that are bloomed A gentle breeze that harmonize the trees The sky so blue with its beauty to share A small babbling brook, oh how rare Snow that falls so pure and white The cry of a newborn, a beautiful sight The forrests where wild animals roam Ones personal sanctuary that's called home A yawn and a stretch, then a quick rollover The memories of last night played over and over The precious things that are mentioned Can fall from our grace Alas, we should be thankful And put them back in their place Hold to what you have instead of the have not Life is too short and you will miss out |