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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Regular Day by natalie As the first light breaks, How the hawks soar above me. The sheep graze alongside me, As the colors of oranges, reds and pinks shine brightly When the cock sings his beautiful Morning song, The new lambs will perfect day commences. Fervently my dark-grey led hits the bare paper, That's when I portray all that I have seen, The hawks soaring, the sheep grazing, the cock Singing and the lambs prancing. Ah, the beauty in one morning. Now! Its time to add all the stunning colors, The scarlet-red mixed in with the carroty-orange mingled with cherry-pink, All rightly colored as that morning that took my Breath away. The chilly water tickling my toes. The composed minnows gather around, As the fox hides in her den. The butterfly slowly flutters above me. The two dragonflies dancing their duet, The strong smell of fresh mint fills up the creek, As the creek slowly flows with the sound of tingling that follows with it. The refreshing breeze blows on my face, Cooling it down from the temperate sun. When the day comes to the end, The radiant stars slowly gather around me. The hawks take their slumber, And the mysterious owls take their place as they now soar through the sky, The warm, puffed up mother ewes snuggle their young while they go onto their nightly trance. As the strong rem stances proudly on the hill watching and bravely protecting all the sheep. The crickets take the tough cocks place and cries its nightly song, As for me, well, I take my rest as my dreams fly by, Hoping that the next day will be another regular day.
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