Morning
Birdsong fills the air with sound so sweet
the morning sun dapples the lawn,
Shades of green from glowing to dark
Water gently bubbles from a hidden spring
Movement, so slight it should be missed
A breeze so gentle it’s barely felt
The wealth of nations can’t
buy this peace.
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