Hark
Hark! Listen to the silence.
It is five oclock in the morning,
and all is dark, and still,
but it wont be very long,
before the sun comes a creeping,
up over the hill.
I just love the early morning,
seeing the sky as it grows light,
watching nature,
as she awakes from her slumber,
to me, it is a wonderous sight.
Copyright © 38 Tango | Year Posted 2007
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