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A Perfect Time, If Ever Such Can Really Be
Roger Belton |
There's something special in an early Spring morn;
A time of renewal, a pristine day's being born.
Everywhere wispy clouds of low-lying pre-dawn mist
Seem to clothe the very landscape with an ethereal twist.
Gradually, as the sun begins its climb into the sky,
The peaceful magic of new creation causes me to sigh.
Such a perfect time, if ever such can really be,
When the world seems right…unspoiled and so free.
The shadows cast through the glowing, backlit haze,
Seem to dance in enjoyment, a kind of quiet, wordless praise.
There's very little movement, save a bird or two in flight,
As the world begins to revive in the early morning light.
The birds’ warbling serve to enhance the moment's glow,
Proclaiming to my heart the joy of earth's vibrant show
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