One day the clouds will blow away.
leaving a morning like the month of May.
Seeing the birds feed, sing and dance.
The warmth of the Sun puts me in a trance.
In the morning when the Sun shines through.
It glistens and sparkles making everything new.
At night, I still feel the heat, it's sweet.
Sun is dimmed, tomorrow, the same, it's all a repeat.
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