When It's Early

July 15, 2009
By storyteller SILVER, Bedford, New Hampshire
storyteller SILVER, Bedford, New Hampshire
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When it’s early in the morning,
You can see the sun and the moon
The trees look like they’re mourning,
Crying tears into the lagoon

The water reflects yellow,
Pink, maroon and green
The waves are smooth and mellow,
The field grass long and lean

Wander towards the water’s edge,
And step tenderly, with care
To the top of the grassy ledge,
And wait there completely aware

Watch as the colors of the water glow,
Contrasting eachother in the light
Look down at the scene below,
At everything that could and might

And then just close your eyes,
And listen to what you saw
The wind, the waves and the cries,
And from the world, withdraw.



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