Born Poem by Phil Soar

Born



The freshness of the early morning dew
and colourful display of springs new plants
results in flutters inside minds and souls
and sets your very feelings in a trance

as morning light gets earlier each day
and birdsong fills the air from early dawn
it brightens up our spirits in a way
that makes us thankful, glad that we were born

Friday, April 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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