Daybirth
Morning approaches
it's silent footsteps blending
with subconscious minds.
Brightness beginning to show itself
placing warm caresses
on meadows, trees, and streams.
Dripping from leaves and blossoms
the night mist gives in to day.
The birth of centuries
remains the same.
Benita Smith Richards
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