I stand on the outside porch each morning,
that is how I begin a fresh new day,
I listen to the birds sing then I watch them fly away,
the mornings are never a blessing hidden in disguise,
as it runs through my heart, soul, and mind,
then flows up to awaken my sleepy eyes,
with so much beauty I cannot deny,
even once and while an unexpected tear will stop by
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