The Awakening
 
A sleepy world wakes to rising sunlight,young sparrows burrowing neath their mama's wings chirp a demanding ' Feed Me'
Thriving garden flowers with petals slightly damp from early morning dew, gilded in harmonious colors,stand parallel one to each other.
How my senses are awakened all serendipity as each new day so sublime nuture my soul. In this pristine awakening I am evermore an idyll poet who appreciates how God delicately takes hold of Mother Natures hand and directs her evermore.

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By JacieStralkoDuca

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