Morning Poem

Hills that rolls and golden plain
Crack of lightning, thunder, rain
River wide and forest dark
In the wild a living spark

A freezing morning, a stretch, a yawn
A sleepy gaze at misty dawn
A single thought slips through my head
It's cold, she's warm, go back to bed

Hours later, we awake
Take a dip in icy lake
I make breakfast, she gets dressed
Ne'er before, felt I so blessed.


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