| A New Day |
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As the morning sun peeps Over the mountain, Heralding a new day, The shadows of the night Seem to slowly fade away. I pause to reflect on the new dawn, As I look around the lake, And wonder what this new day Will hold for me. A breeze begins to blow Softly across the lake, Causing small ripples On the water. The colors of the sky Are reflected in the water; Beautiful soft pinks and blues, Pale yellows and reds. I can't help but look, in awe, At all the beauty that The Lord God, Creator, Of this world has made. |
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