Come morning

Come morning,
The sound of birds flashing upon your ears,
The Sun Beaming rays of wisdom upon your eyes,
Yearning to steer
And reach their destination Through things vile.

Murky, although your vision,
You can feel the clearness in the air,
Seeping through your skin,
Speaking through your skin.

Open your mind,
To know and find,
The beauty that surfaces
Upon the hills and mountains,
Morning come.
-AS.

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