Sunlight in the air
Pearly soft today.
As if, when I step outside
It would hug me,
A gentle, breezy morning hug.
The birds sing
Each one, its own song
Telling a story
Speaking in chirps and trills
Floating, winging
Always busy, never anxious.
The golden oranges of sunrise
Stuck on the trees.
Tragically beautiful,
the pristine death of a thing.
The most romantic time to fall in love
The green, the warmth
Lovely, but leaving.
Love steps in
And warms when the sun does not.
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