The sun is shining
Dreams unfinished, my eyes flutter
The moon snuck in and whispered
To closed eyes
And he doesn't like to be disturbed
The sun bursts in with a million things
Crescendoed by
The birds accompanying as they sing
Maybe what I am dreaming can happen
I smile
Sometimes being awake is such a distraction.
And yet ideas are carried on the sun's rays
New sights
Morning by morning is how the future is made
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