Morning Time
In the quiet of the morning,
there is time.
Time to hear a chirping song
and feel the wind’s caress.
Time to see the sky’s light blush
and smell the fresh-cut grass.
Time to taste honeysuckle sweet
and be a part of life’s heartbeat.
Blessed morning fills the senses
with the time for peace.
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