WO ( / Ottawa, Ontario, USA)


The sun was rising above the trees,
Casting shadows on the lake,
Birds were chirping their morning songs,
Bidding the world to awake.
He viewed the scene with pleasure,
From his look-out by the bay,
As dawn stretched out a welcoming hand,
Ushering in a bright sunny day.
He savored these quiet moments,
The gift of each new dawn,
Too soon this peaceful scene would change,
And the magic would be gone.
Then he retraced his footsteps,
Heading back from his little bay,
His face revealed the inner calm,
That dawn had sent his way.
But he'd return tomorrow,
To his look-out by the bay,
When dawn again would greet him,
At the start of another new day.

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