Wake up
Walk up to the window side
Watch the golden sun rise
Majestically from the East
Feel the morning airs
Swooshing thru the yellow fields
Feel the heat of mother Nature
The warmth that gives life
Look around, look out for the birds
Migrating and home comers
It is bright morning
It’s a nice day to love
A bright morning in December
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