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Good Morning

I pen this song of joyful praise
and 'round the lake the birds all raise
their heads to greet the sun's soft rays
at morning.

Just one sad note the koel cries,
sad that the night-time shadow dies.
It happens daily, sweet surprise,
comes morning.

Koel's note fades when lyrebird sings
and through the bush an echo rings;
each blessed feathered creature brings,
'Good Morning'.

By cherryk

© 2009 cherryk (All rights reserved)


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