I love watching the sun come up
The skylines seem to shimmer
The earth is black, the weeds streaking the edges of the earth
While the fire of the rising sun colors everything in its path.
The air seems to drift with the glowing sky
Sounds carry further in the early morning air
The God(s) have given us marvelous tools to live this life we live.
The patches of shadow, are always lit from above
The darkness fading into light.
The magic of a new, new day!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
What beautiful poetry! Dawn is a time of great hope.
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It sure is..I love the feeling only dawn can give
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Yay! That’s our favorite time of day, too. Mom and I hate the dark. We are always happy when night is finished. Each night before we go to bed, she promises me that, “Pretty soon it will be light again.” And then it is!!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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And then it is! 🙂 YAY!
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Charlee: “We also love the early morning!”
Chaplin: “And we like to meow so that everyone else knows it, too!”
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ME TOO! And jump on the bed! TLC Cai-Cai
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Lovely post my friend 🙂
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Hugs and Love to you!
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