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Morning’s Dance
By: Ashley J. Young
I open my mouth to greet the Son that wakes me
my lips part and original melodies serenade the day
my arms raise and I am lifted
I take flight
the clouds set the stage for each pirouette
the wind obeys every whirl
I create the dance of morning
The flowers take heart when they see me
they stand tall
the waves rejoice in the moment
they clap and sing and join in
The dance of morning has no choreography
no steps are scripted
nature follows me
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