EARLYMORNING CALL

The sky was an opaque blue,
with small pink clouds dancing through.
The tops of the trees,
turned to a brilliant green,
as the rising sun reached them,
with its golden sheen.
A cock pheasant was sending out,
his early morning call,
thrushes and black birds were singing,
at the beauty of it all.

Nature is such a wonderous thing,
it makes my heart so glad,
and I just want to sing.
~Tango~

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