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


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