The wind is pushing through the trees
And flowers host a swarm of bees
Summer's whispering a bit to soon
And morning feels like the heat of noon
The birds are circling around the feeder
It sways a bit with each hungry eater
Morning's awakening, singing her songs
That soothes the heart and rights the wrongs
Oh the blessedness of each moment
They carry the remedies and the potion
Of the Healer and the Physician:
Every second: a herald with a mission
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