Sunday Morning

Net curtains dance in the breeze.

You watch from the window

as the first train glides through town -

a stream of electric light and sound.

Dawn breaks as you walk outside

and the song of a thousand birds

greets you like a stadium's cheer:

sparrow, starling, blackbird, crow, and thrush -

the mighty unison of such sweet sound!

Quiet now, listening and awake,

you walk back to the house

rejoicing at this perfect overture

to a day of praise....

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