Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Morning

The sun shows bright
The grass glistens with early dew
Geese pick and roam the field
My heart fills with the sounds of the morning

Clouds move across
Dew is washed away by rain
Geese follow the shade for cover
My heart fills with the sounds of noon time

Dark is the sky
Puddles fill the field
Geese find warmth in each other
My heart fills with the sounds of evening

Colors of my day
Fill me with contentment
Geese sing me a new song
This will keep me till the morning

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