early bird

give me the early quiet hours

the sacred silence of a sunrise

wake me up with Mother Nature

let me prepare with her for the day ahead

give me the cool morning breeze

not yet kissed by the sun

I’ll put on more clothes

if it means I can sit back and soak

in the promise of a new day

as shadows slowly fade

and darkness turns into friend.

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