the morning sun-
burns hot in the sky
its a blue sky morning
flowers so lively
sprinkle the landscape
grass velvet green
children playing
hopscotch
from the touch of the breeze
the trees are waving
friendly as the
month of May
its the birth of a
new morning in the world
old timers see salvation
put on a brand new dish
washed face
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