Roosters Shout
A fine damp gauze drapes across trees
As white dread locks fan out
Upon a pale blue morning sky
White doves coo, roosters shout
Come up orange sun, shine through shadows
Silhouette trees, warm
Surroundings for spring has sprung
Coming into grand form
Golden sun lift the drapes away
Allow the birds to nest
Bring the plants alive to seed, grow
To replenish the earth's best
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