This is a bit of a different type of poem that I wrote. LMK if you like it.
Forest Mornings
In the quiet, early hours of the day
Dark begins to turn to light
Animals everywhere come out to play
In the quiet, early hours of the day
Rabbits and deer scamper away
A flock of birds takes flight.
In the quiet, early hours of the day
Dark begins to turn to light
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