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Monday, July 11, 2016

Every morning, every hour

The moisture has started to dance on my face
Temperatures are rising and heating up the place
All of the morning and all of the dew
Is greeting the sunshine with it colorful hue

Every morning every hour 
From the creature and the flower
From the plantlet and the tree
Is the sound of mystery...

Morning is waking, and romping all around:
Are squirrels rejoicing, over food that they've found.
Rabbits and possums and birds of all kind,
Are also stepping out to see what they can find..

Every morning every hour 
From the creature and the flower
From the plantlet and the tree
Is the sound of mystery...

Up in the sky with their innumerable shapes
Cloud forms surf over the sky without race
Shading the universe from what can be tough
These shapely masses carry all kinds of stuff...

Every morning every hour 
From the creature and the flower
From the plantlet and the tree
Is the sound of mystery...

Whatever the hour is when you may wake up
Take time to be noticing the  flower and the shrub
And hear how the melodies all rise up to sky
From creatures and plantlets that we always pass by.

Every morning every hour 
From the creature and the flower
From the plantlet and the tree
Is the sound of mystery...





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