The sun is born
Over the tree tops it soars
Sparkling golden
Birds sing
Insects buzz
Morning is here
The soft sweet scent
Everything so new
Maybe everything
Maybe nothing
Is so beautiful as this
The new sun is born.
The sun is born
Over the tree tops it soars
Sparkling golden
Birds sing
Insects buzz
Morning is here
The soft sweet scent
Everything so new
Maybe everything
Maybe nothing
Is so beautiful as this
The new sun is born.
Zoe Brook 
That suits this early June morning, writing here at 6.10 a.m.
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