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Wake not to a lifeless dawn,
rather, find solace in the voice
of the morning's light,
as dawn rises over the horizon
while birds chatter news
of God's gift to us --
the birth of a new day
Taking hold of this
package bestowed
in ribbons of a
dew swept morning
open it with care,
cherishing each special
moment of your gifted
day, thinking not of
the what ifs and should
haves but rather of the
beauty of another gifted day
Carrying with you to your
slumber-fair all the shining
memories you have created
from this special gift given
with the morning's rise
Falling asleep to the sounds
of the night, the symphony
of creatures designed to lull us
into the wonderland of dreams,
to awaken, God willing, to another
gifted day, once again bestowed with
the ribbons of the dew and the
spun silk of a spider's web, glistening
in the morning sunlight
Lynn West
(c) 2010
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