The Morning Sun© TonyFallon121717
Every
morning is like a feast
My kitchen
window faces east
I feel the
warmth of the sun
Before my
workday has begun
When it
shines I’m in a good mood
Before I
even touch my morning food
When it
shines the birdies sing
Whether it’s
winter fall or spring
In the
summer the butterflies and bees
And the
leaves bring shelter beneath the trees
On overcast
mornings I don’t feel complete
I have to
depend on the radiator for my heat.
The sunshine
surely is seductive
When it
shines are we more productive?
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