Good lovely morning,
as the quiet sun slips up.
The birds play, diving,
causing wide-reaching ripples.
The dark still lingers,
enhancing the space of breath.
The trees stand, sentinels
of this precious time, alone.
The water stirs, a breeze,
skimming the top revealing,
Separate currents, coming,
or going a pathway to follow.
The eyes drink it all in,
meditating on idleness.
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