Early in the morning
I feel the gentle breeze
And I watch as the quiet wind
Is rustling the leaves.
The sun is slowly rising
Looking down on those below
And parts throughout the forest
Have shown its faint, warm glow.
But then, all of the sudden,
The sunlight did all go.
Behold, the cloud which covers it
Has cast its dark shadow.
The bright sun soon did shine again
After a little while
Brighter than it was before;
It makes you want to smile.
(July 2005)
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