Sunrise:
Morning shadows dance across secret dreams.
A ball of fire rises in the east.
Birds awaken from their sleep of the night.
They sing in the morning, they sing unto the morning light.
They give glory to the rising of another day.
They take flight and chase the wind and they soar and play.
Grace now the morning; grace now the morning rise.
For within the rays of light, a new day is born giving thus fore a reason for life.
J. Allen Wilson © 1/13/2014
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I write much on nature too, The rise , set and of the moon and wandering stars , of springs and white snows all but I find this quite alluringJK
Diana....
budd