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The mourning doves call softly

Across the brightening skies,

Incessantly emitting

A message where pure truth lies.



The eastern sunshine dapples

The trilliums in their glen,

Wordlessly awakening

All life, to the now from then.



The gentle film of dew-mist

Enrobing every flower

Provides a refreshing start-

Cool early morning shower.



And now the aviary,

Its choral brilliance glowing,

Bursts forth in its harmonies-

Nature's essence keeps flowing.