Daytime Dance
The morning sun was far away,
A golden spot upon blue-gray.
The sun’s cold tips lit up the path
Giving the plants a warm sunbath.
The wind made music through the trees
And the daffodils danced in the breeze.
The birds sang along with ease
To the humming bumble bees.
Soon the daytime dance was done,
Ready tomorrow with the rising sun.
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