Pearls on the window sill,
morning elegance in all splendor bright.
Early birds fly over head to uncharted skies,
the trees breathe on life for the rest of man.
baby steps of a morning step,
into the cold floors of yesterday, we let our feet.
Wanting to fly over the never ending meadows of tomorrow,
we smile a welcome at the sun, the clouds and her shining light.
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