By William P. Darnell Sr.
The night closes,
and the dawn begins.
Dew falls from the morning sky,
covering what lies beneath.
The wind blows softly,
as the clouds roll through the sky.
The sun peeking back and forth,
from the horizon and the nature of the sky.
The fields, now glistening with the dew,
that sets the new beginning.
The flowers drink of the dew,
that lies on their pedals.
New growth begins,
from all forms of nature.
And now the new beginning,
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