The gold inches across the skies.
Night discards her veil of darkness.
The haze lifts from before my eyes.
I breathe deeply with thankfulness.
The birds chirp away, singing melodies
Melding with the song the radio plays.
My heart dances to this lovely medley
Creating a new tune to which I sway.
The wayside flowers seem more colorful
Nodding their heads in the cool breeze.
The dragonflies and beetles wake up, too.
With more buzz than the news on the TV.
In a distant temple, bells start ringing.
Their chimes lead to an inner awakening.
For the beauty of this wonderful morning
Was even more due to the tea I was sipping.
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