Bliss
As the morning sunlight falls ,
On the dew laden flower ,
Workers stir within their beds ,
Blessing the minutes to the hour ,
The drunkard stirs in wind swept streets ,
As babies demand their feed ,
Whilst birds and bees take flight in hope ,
A new day in search of feed ,
But as the sun does slowly rise ,
All this would seem to cease ,
Fear not it is only intermission ,
In the next show of natures peace .
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