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Dew falls gently on my shoulders
As it sparkles like jewels on the grass
The freshness of a new day
Reminds me that the night has passed
Fresh air hits my nostrils
As trees sway in a subtle breeze
Birds are singing their morning message
Flying through the air with ease
Morning is slowly but surely dawning
Creek water echoes its special song
Soon, the sun will be rising
A bright new day has come along
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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