Soft, Morning rises on tips of toes,
Holding Sun up to the sky.
Earth awakens to a glorious dawn,
All before the blackbirds fly.
Wind chants a song of things yet to be;
Trees join in with whispered sighs.
Clouds group together, white mixed with gray,
Listening to the blackbirds cry.
Rain falls heavy, a gift to the ground;
Flowers wave, welcoming spring.
All over Earth, nature is waking,
Morning, just before the blackbirds sing.
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