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When I awake in the morning
To the sweet, breath-taking dawning
A live concert of creation
Beckons with its invitation
Raindrops tinkle like pianos that are playing
Drum-like surf pounds when I awake in the morning
A south wind falls upon my ears
Powerful rays as morning nears
Birds call out in their flute-like airs
Squirrels tend to their own affairs
Thunder exploding like bombing in the war years
The concert of creation is like a south wind
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Author Notes
Thanks to Dovey for telling me about this form of poetry. I always like to hear the different forms of nature when I awaken in the morning.
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