Oh morning,
I love you and your light, bright clearness,
The way the clouds scurry from your sun
Oh morning,
I love the way you creep toward nearness
The way the birds welcome you with song
The way your crisp winds waft so softly through my windowsill
Like a mother's fresh bread, beckoning her children to return
And so I return to you, each brand new day,
In an ancient, but eternally renewing way,
Oh morning.
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