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Crisp is the morning air

I see the dew drops hang on blades of grass

I smelt the scent of a fresh me morning

Glorifying in its dawning.

I hear the cockrel making its self heard

The chirps and songs of various birds

I feel the first rays of the sun’s warmth

Caressing me upon my face

As dawn gives way to morning

I stand in nature as it is yawning

Right out there For me to see

A wonderful picturesque beauty

In all its glistening finery

Bedazzling and leaving me

In awe and wonder of everything

Creation has set out before me

In a splendid revelry.

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