Hannah Csanyi

The crisp night air is fading, giving way to golden light.

The sky’s a canvas painted orange, with streaks of pink and blue,

It’s filtering through the treetops, looking green, and gold, and bright.

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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