The Morning View

When the sun rose in a glory of crimson and gold,
it shone on the grey and lonely road.

The birds are answering one another’s songs,
perching on the tree branches which are long.

The sun is shining brilliantly,
the water in the pond is flowing gently.

It is a great morning,
but it is almost evening.

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The Morning View

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