The early morning mist the sun has kissed, meeting the river to die.
With the gentle sigh of bird wings as they flit importantly by.
A chorus of birds chirping delicately at first, before uniting their voices to give their songs a full burst.
Welcoming the new day full of cut and thrust.
The dews heavy coating in drought, encouraging insects out of their hideouts to stray.
So it begins this morning the new day.
🦋 🐞 🦅 🐦 🦆 🐝 🦋 🐞 🦅 🐦 🦆 🐝
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