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Mornings of Innocence
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Nature I remember the mornings of my youth
How they seem so far away
I can still hear the song of a million crickets
echoing across tranquil waters
A hush blankets the early morning horizon
giving a pink and purple welcome
to the last snoozing moments of the sun
A layer of fog lies lazily in the westward channel
as a small group of overshadowing clouds
decide between passing over
or giving the grass a drink of water
The faint face of a morning star looks on
as the distant trees seem to pay no attention
and the dew performs its duty
to refresh and replinish the Earth
A boat in the distance rumbles,
slightly interrupting God's gift
of perfect peace and harmony -
yet reminding of man's right to open and indulge
in that perfect gift
Cool air brushes against my face
and operates on my soul -
producing precious nostalglia for many years to come
