SUMMER MORNINGS
The first hours of summer mornings,
unspoiled by summer's heat,
When the day is completely new
And it's there for you to meet.
When you hear the first birdsong,
See the opening of a summer flower,
Or experience the very, freshness
Of an early, morning shower.
When you look upon the sunrise,
It seems God has colored up the sky,
With pinks, yellows and crimsons,
Such beauty to make you sigh!
Thank God for early summer mornings,
Where all is fresh and new....
And that "glad to be alive feeling,"
Comes all over you!
Freda Fullerton
July 20, 2011
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