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To A Spring Virginia Morning.
As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony
Of frogs and crickets waned in the
Distance. The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested
Nature’s physical rainbow
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions: Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.
