Sing your Song

                Crisp and light the morning breeze whistles,

                           a song to the coming of the day.

               As the sun peeps dreamingly in, awakened,

                             spreading caressing beams to the tune,

                                      so to say,

                                                AWAKE

                   to the song in your heart,

                                      and sing to the coming

                                                         of your day.

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