Morning: A Poem


The morning light rises,

As a new day awakens,

Dew clings to the grass and spider webs,

As moments weave like an ancient story unfolding,

Joy and peace wash over me,

A new start, a beginning,

Before the perils ruin the day,

A perfect time for lungs to breathe,

And hearts to find some silent relief.


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