The Day Awaits

Flowing in with the sunrise
comes a visage of wonderous sights:
the breeze brings the smell of spring or summer,
maybe,
or of winter or fall.
Smells of the dew falling,
or maybe simply sitting on the freshly cut grass...

Many sights reach my eyes
as they awaken to the light:
the trees swaying gently
in the light, ever present breeze.
The boundless morning sky,
covered in the fluffy white clouds
which surround the final morning star...

But adored most of all
are the sounds which awaken me:
sounds of the chimes
shaken awake by the breeze.
Sounds of the gentle music,
played at dawn by the harpist,
who lives a room to the east.
Sounds of the ocean slapping against the shore,
bringing thoughts of swimming the day away
in the gentle waters of the harbor.
The gentle anthem of the doves
coming through my window,
ending the night,
and with it, my slumber ceases.

The azure waves call to me,
loyally awaiting my presence,
as I awaken to the gentle chime of the breeze.
And I fam told by the whisper of nature
that it is to be a blessed day
awaiting my appearance beyond my front door.


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