I love the morn'
when my sweet garden is quiet,
the flowers are still sleeping in their beds;
sun has not come yet.
I hear the birds melodic calls to each other,
truly love the garden when all is still peaceful;
but suddenly the sun breaks free,
and wraps her arms tight around my flowers.
June 14, 2020
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1260-282-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian's Select G
sponsor, Brian Strand
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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