There’s something
about the morning
Sweet silence
Crisp breeze
Waking up and remembering
that I am alive
New light
Same sun
Walking and talking
with my Father
Clear mind
Earnest heart
Another chance to
find my purpose
Birds singing
Snow melting
& the rest of the
world is slowly waking up;
I’ll sleep when I am
dead
I’ll sleep when it is
night
I will sleep when it
is dark.
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