As Morning Blooms

The sounds of dawn

blend in with the breeze;

pampas grasses wave

and send their hellos 

to the yawning sun, 

stretching its rays high; 

trees start to see their reflection; 

and ripples start to pirouette. 

The smell of morning permeates 

as dreams drift into the dawn 

with the birds’ opening song.

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