As the sun first peeks over the mountains

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As the sun first peeks over the mountains,
The first drop of dew is born.
Birds stir in their nests with excitement,
For what the first day of spring beholds.
The grass awakes in the meadow,
The fawns play at dawn.
For the bears are coming at noon time,
And the berries will surely be gone.
The foxes will sleep late,
While sun the is beaming bright,
For when it goes to shadows
The foxes play in Moon’s light.





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