Sunday Mornings

Listening to morning quiet as cars drive by

Whispy clouds up in the sky

The sun slowly rising from its sleep

Morning stretch begins the day

Sunday morning what can I say

Birds in the trees singing their songs

God's perfect day what can go wrong?

Open windows cool breezes blow

The smell of fresh clean air begins to show

Sunday mornings for lazy days in bed

Relaxing calm in my head

Sun rising hire in the sky

Watching the birds begin to fly

Sunday mornings




Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2017-08-07 at 01:20

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