Good Morning

January 3, 2009
By Emily Marsteller, Washington, DC

The refreshing moisture
Of recent rain
SLaps my ankles as I walk
The sun is shining
Sparkles in the bright blue sky
And the snowy white clouds
Soft sculptues made of cotton balls
Slowly passing me by
My nose is tickled
By the fresh aroma
Of newly fallen rain
The chrisp and joyful sound
Of a chirping bird Fills my empty ears
Countless undeserved gifts
I've recieved this morning
As if someon who cannot speak
Was lookin for a thousand ways
To say "Good morning."

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