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A morning..


I look at the morning sky in wonder
And it  has never looked so clear before,
The melody of the birds
has never sounded this sweet before,
The light orange rising in the east
has never brought such warmth before, 
The tantalising cold  breeze of daybreak
has never greeted me so happily before,
But I wonder when the darkness ceased, 
I wonder where the clouds vanished,
I wonder when the rain stopped,
I wonder when the storm ran its course,
But I just hope I am not still asleep,
I just hope it is not still dark out there,
I hope this is not just a dream
in the stillness of the night 
which I think has ended