What light approaches from the morning dawn?
Creeping through my eye lids, reaching deep
Within my slumbering mind.
A raise and greet the morning, the light is telling me.
Touch the morning and greet it with joy and happiness
That dwells within.
What is it that brings me here?
What draws me to this?
What power makes me greet the day without question?
By Connor Coutu
Jan 30/09
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