Cool refreshing mornings are replaced by still hot daybreak
Dawn seems upon us, yet we rise to meet with continuing darkness
Morning song sounds of creatures of confusion
nighttime frogs, crickets and buzzing insects
The songbirds are asleep,
for the sun has not emerged and neither have they
As the black of night turns to lighter shades of grey
A bird in the distance calls longingly for daybreak
And we rise to a stormy almost summer day
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