Morning Glory
The sun does rise; I open my eyes.
A new day has come; I stretch on my vine.
I spread myself to soak in the rays.
In quiet splendor, in silent praise.
A new day has come, I continue to bloom,
where I am planted, where I am true.
I follow the sun as it warms my face,
with its bright rays and warm embrace.
As the sun sets, I close up my bloom,
until another day starts up anew.
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