The birds chorus the song of the dawn
As the mists unveil the country lawn
The squirrells cry out the morning pride
When the sun comes out of his own hide
The buzz of the bees make the flowers bloom
The stars go down giving the sun more room
The forming chains of ants bring the busy day
The hunters start lurking waiting for their prey
Chilly wind blows taking morning dew away
While butterflies paint the colours of the day
Nature brings mornings with joy, beauty and love
Sun smiles among the clouds in the bright sky above
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