As Morning Blooms
The sounds of dawn
blend in with the breeze;
pampas grasses wave
and send their hellos
to the yawning sun,
stretching its rays high;
trees start to see their reflection;
and ripples start to pirouette.
The smell of morning permeates
as dreams drift into the dawn
with the birds’ opening song.
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