Morning

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Bejeweled grass,

glistening in the dawn light

tiny diamonds, adorning the jade carpet

birds singing morning vespers

welcoming the sun

once again

feeling the warmth on their wings as they take flight

oh how I wish I could fly

as the bird does so I can be free

but alas that is not to be

I shall have to be content

with the beauty from the ground

for even though I can't soar among the clouds

I am free to wander the earth

to climb the mountains,

swim the lakes and oceans,

and even fly if I care, though not on my own

see numerous sunrises 

and marvel at each one

for you never know

when it might be your last

so live while you can

enjoy while you're here

the beauty of the sunrise

and the pureness of a new day

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