Quietly the morning is crawling into my space
Tiny bands of daylight are dancing upon my face
Sweet sounding songbirds are singing out their tune:
Stormy weather's a-coming, it'll be thundering soon
See the sky, all trembly, as it is turning grey
Breezes are all whispering: clouds have lots to say
Somber shades and colors give warnings we can't hear
Thunder storms and lightning are slowly drawing near
Scampering squirrels are playing without a single care
Soon the flowing raindrops will be falling everywhere
Continuing with their movements and dancing through grass
Creatures and tiny insects are making ever moment last..
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