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When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows
The meadows are charmed and filled with delight.
Presently steeped in the darkness of night
The cool air is warmed as a new day has begun.
She peeps over the horizon, hail praise to the sun.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When night gives over to day, a regal bestowment.
All becomes visible in a grey hue, as we near dawn.
The land comes alive with the heralding of morn.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright,
As the sun embarks on a new journey creating daylight.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunrise is a glowing color of crimson and gold,
As days sun swept veil begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath sets it flickering as dawn drifts in with its refreshing haze.
The world awakens with a golden glow,
Softly reviving each enchanted meadow.
Soft whispers of the morning fill the air,
With a kaleidoscope of color everywhere.
The dew-kissed petals glisten in the day’s early breeze.
As gentle rustling leaves dance awaken the bees.
In this serene and peaceful morning sight,
The world is wrapped in tranquil delight.
Wild flowers now in full bloom,
Relinquishing their over powering perfume.
Insects busy themselves working, even the tiniest ant.
The meadows drenched in warmth continue to enchant. (5)
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