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The Morning
The morning broke pragmatically As the warmth kissed the dew goodbye. And the thunder clouds who haunted nigh Had fled and left an open sky. Where an aged thrasher voiced a song of love That rained down from up on high. The towered trees would cast their shade As the Sun rose to melt the day. And a breath of coolness came over me To lead my soul astray. And marvel at the many twigs and leaves Still left from fall's decay. A beguiling tiger lily lay at my feet To mark its space from meddling spores. And claim a right to live its life As the victor of a callous Nature's wars. But it brought me peace knowing of its bloom Just like the day before. A coppice wall stretched beyond the light To give sense and realm to my domain. And it served me well on weathered days When subjected to a dreary sleeted rain. But this pleasant morning would have none of that So I had few reasons to complain. A Man wavered at his assigned post With a gaunt and haunting stare. And mumbled tearfully as children do Some long forgotten prayer. But as to who and what the message was... I was keenly well aware. And the day wore on till night's first creep With the laws of Nature well behaved. But the thrasher still flew and spun its tune Of a life so grand and brave. And I took great comfort from its song of joy As I lay peacefully in my grave. The End
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