When Morning Broke
When morning broke, a burning sky
Suffused with liquid gold,
As the sun began to rise
And darkness lost it's hold.
Early birds sang in joy
A serenade to dawn,
Welcoming the sunlight,
The blessing, of the morn.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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