I delight when I awake
to see the golden dawn
and take a thankful breath
that a new day is born.
New buds and blossoms
lift their faces, happy to inhale
the freshly perfumed air
that softly kisses grove and dale.
The morn is laden with smiles
dewed lillies and blushing rose,
I walk the hidden paths
and my delight in the morning grows.
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