Good morning
Lilies of the dance field
The crown vetch is heralding
The morning of the day
As the sun wavers
Its gleaming
And the clouds
Stroll in
Caressing the world
With darkness
Of the night lingers
For just a bit longer
Then trails of sweet nectar
Drain from your lips
As the rains gloss your
Outer coats
In that quenching liquid
That will sustain you
Through the day
And the sun will blaze on
Creatures will discard their leafy helmets
And venture out to forage
On green
Lush green and tender shoots
Rooting for the freshest vegetation
That’s me
As I stare
And gloss over
My eyes glaze
With the beauty and serenity
That surrounds me
And I pen on

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