Poem #14
Early Morning
It is in the early morning hours
That you can truly see the beautiful flowers
The dew is still dripping off the vines
The berries are ready to make some fine wines
The sun is still hidden
and at this time sunscreen is forbidden
The birds sing their happy tune
For it is the last day of June
The trees have their hand outstretched toward the sky
Oh how I wish I could climb that high
The smell of fresh cut grass
Brings out my dog's sass
It is in the early morning hours
That you can truly see the beautiful flowers
The dew is still dripping off the vines
The berries are ready to make some fine wines
The sun is still hidden
and at this time sunscreen is forbidden
The birds sing their happy tune
For it is the last day of June
The trees have their hand outstretched toward the sky
Oh how I wish I could climb that high
The smell of fresh cut grass
Brings out my dog's sass
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