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welcome to my world
The thrush in the morning
The Thrush in the Morning
Night’s covers slip away at the gentle touch of dawn,
Light enters with softest footfall
And earth stretches itself from its sleepy languor.
A tender smile on the sun’s lips welcomes today’s emerging life,
Its mother-whispers ushering us through the dreamy thresholds of our waking.
And you, little bird, give voice
to the joy of this morning.
Roused by first light,
your song spills out,
as icy water from its source.
Hearing you, I too rise to the music of this day.
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