Chorus

Tree frogs chirping just before dawn,

Sun sits just out of view below the horizon,

As I sit and imagine your face shinin’,

Shadows to emerge from the silver gray,

A mournful cry from a bird of pray,

The Warmth of the cup feels good in my hand,

A finch joins the chorus now filling the land,

Dew on the grass.. dog lifts his feet in disdain,

The sun rises reflecting in the windowpane,

All this beauty.. still my thoughts pursue,

The quiet wish I could share it with you.

Best wishes -SirHanz

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