Echoes of early birds twills fill my ears,
Gleams of sunrays kiss my face,
Fragrances from the dew-fresh grass tease my senses.
Opening my eyes, I see a crimson sky—
I can almost taste the sweetness of the early morning;
Sunlight announces a new dawn rising.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory