Morning Sun

A little bit of sunshine, a douse of rain,
a splash of color, on a early spring day.

The hollow magically comes to life,
as the grass is greener and the
days longer with light.

Suddenly the Quince decided to bloom,
the start of a season appeared
one afternoon.

Song birds were singing, the stream
joined on in and the sound of the
hills rejoiced wit the wind.

The smell of life as it first begins, is
the start of the magic that we stroll
on in.

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Trees impatient rush to a early bloom,
their branches in bud, like it was early June.

The warm sun dried the fallen rain and only
the rising stream remains.

One with the hollow on this early spring day,
anxious to run and catch the morning sun rays.