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Mornings

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In the morn when you're awake and lying in bed
 don’t check the phone-listen to the birds instead.
They rise early and carry a cheerful tune,
 celebrating daybreak, dismissing the moon. 

Each Morning is precious for the fresh start we get;
  the mind has been cleared, the body reset.
 Thoughts are crisp and clear, like sweet morning air.
 It’s good to just lie there, think of nothing and stare. 

I cherish mornings of all types.

Pete Zeller
October 7, 2021