Up with the Lark

Up with the Lark, the early morning call

The breeze gently brushes through the trees

The dappled sunlight warms my face

There is a freshness to the day

 

Coffee in hand, I breathe in the peace

Just the sound of the birds for company

Slow start no rushing, be at one with the world

Gently easing into the day as it unfolds.

 

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