The Morning Sun
Hidden deep within the valley, mist is everywhere I see.
It sparkles gold, and shimmers brightly, as if saying hello to me.
Truly it is a wondrous sight, but then, as if by sway.
The sun began poking out, and smiling brightly my way.
The heavens played a tune only heard from deep within.
I sang the words to the song that never once had been.
And to my left I saw a deer, just grazing in the meadow.
It looked up once, and gave a wink, and slowly became my fellow.
The morning burst with chances, to see a different way,
when in fact it wasn’t a valley at all, but a symphony at bay.
Too many times I walk right past, but today the sun I did see.
And I thank the Gods, for if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have ever became me.
-A. Willow
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