A shimmering sun was rising in the East.
A fluffy lamb tottered to its feet
then frolicked in the mist of a golden dawn
A lark ascended toward heaven
and a wisp of smoke from last night’s fire
drifted lazily into a pale blue sky.
Sap was rising in springs first shoots of green
as a waking child blinked at the early mornings light,
rubbed its eyes then rose from its bed.
All around the word was rising
to greet a brand new day.
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