May 2015
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Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found
Chipmunks now scurry to hide in their den
Songbirds stay silent away
Butterfly tear drops now longing to end
Till you awaken this day
Then the horizon a whispering sight
Ribbons of cellophane gold
Trinkets of beams form an early delight
Frowns soon to be put on hold
Outside my window now beckoning me
And in my heart so divine
Shimmering happiness, beauty I see
*You are my morning sunshine
Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found
Chipmunks now scurry to hide in their den
Songbirds stay silent away
Butterfly tear drops now longing to end
Till you awaken this day
Then the horizon a whispering sight
Ribbons of cellophane gold
Trinkets of beams form an early delight
Frowns soon to be put on hold
Outside my window now beckoning me
And in my heart so divine
Shimmering happiness, beauty I see
*You are my morning sunshine
