Morning’s Inspiration
The stillness of the morning mist
Like frozen fairy dust it lies
Every drop clung to a blade of grass
Shining white powder in the sun
Time is slowed while the earth breathes deep
The cool, cold air of expectant winter.
The stillness of the morning mist
Like frozen fairy dust it lies
Every drop clung to a blade of grass
Shining white powder in the sun
Time is slowed while the earth breathes deep
The cool, cold air of expectant winter.
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