Daybreak

By me

The crisp night air is fading, giving way to golden light. It’s filtering through the treetops, looking green, and gold, and bright. The sky’s a canvas painted orange, with streaks of pink and blue, The birds are chirping sweetly now, of a day brand new.

God made the morning lovely-just by telling it to be, He made it only with a word, He made it just for me.


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