Rising Sun.
By Andrew Hide
The Sun crowns the horizon, at the dawn of a new day, its rays caress the garden, melting morning mist away. Sunshine graces the world, like a warm, silken breeze, and the air is filled with song, as birds leave nests and trees. Oh! How we can be thankful, for each day yet to come, as every mornings greeted, with the rising of the sun. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 10:20 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 10
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