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Morning’s begun, bringing forth
its natural high,
With the light filtering down from up in the sky,
painting highlights on the white bark of Aspen trees,
and melting away the chill that comes with a breeze.
With the first morning light, each new day is God-blessed,
Living Christmas trees are ornamentally dressed
with glistening dew drops hanging from each leaf’s end.
The morning's first light is a luminous friend.
Birds arise and begin singing,
as if to say
all life is welcoming the first light of the day.
The first holy light casts an aura around deer,
Who first thing in the morning, like magic, appear.
Silently in awe of morning’s first
light shower,
I am awakened to a paramount power.
All negative thoughts born in the dark of the night
disappear with the touch of morning’s first light.
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