by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway
A new light shines and shadows change.
The night has vanished, a new day has come.
Nature busies herself like the morning before,
I busy myself like the morning before.
Stems straighten to welcome the bees,
I straighten as I stand up to...
The robin digs for her first meal of the day,
I make pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
Squirrels begin their hunt for nuts,
I, like many others, join the morning rush.
A family of deer drink from the glittering spring,
I drink my cup of coffee with sugar and cream.
This morning is like any other; for nature and for me.
I’m glad I can see this day. I’m glad morning welcomed me.
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