Morning
Birds scatter away from the trees
as they blissfully sing in choruses.
Trees glow in reddish-ember hue'
making the forest to be brighter.
The scent of night rain
oozes from the moist ground,
to our nostrils as we are half-awake.
Farmers sing as they head
to their farms to till the land.
Children creep to the plantains,
to check their mole traps.
Shepherds take their cattle herds
to graze in the green fields....
It is morning;
a new day!
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