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Aug 2011
morning
dawn
early still...

the sun rises
the earth, born again

a dewy mist
covers the ground
cool, but not cold
comfortable i guess you could say

butterflies beckoning
birds chirping
squirrels playful, playing

trees, leaves,
branches long and strong

grass green
and brown
and green
and brown
and green
and brown

a world anew
its air fresh
its breath, breathing

i too, am breathing

i rejoice
i am awake
i am greatful
i am alive...
MICHAEL SHADDOX
Written by
MICHAEL SHADDOX  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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