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The Morning

written by: Daniel S. Liuzzi



The fog clings to the treetops this morning
The air is quiet and cooled by the dew
The birds start to sing and fly forewarning
The grass sways where it never before grew
Beaded by dew awakens the old shrew
The kingdom of nature alive again
The forest sings songs to start time anew
Flowers blossom with no need to explain
Forest floor damp as if it had seen rain
The sunlight now pierces through the treetops
The pond water rippled by the sleek crane
Seagulls enjoy the field’s leftover crops
The morning smell along with a scent of fresh cut hay
Nothing is more beautiful than today

Daniel S Liuzzi

Daniel S Liuzzi

Daniel S. Liuzzi, a Poet and aspiring writer from New York who is a lover of Sushi (anything Japanese really), Video Games and a good movie. Writes mainly Short stories of Strange Fiction, Fiction and Horror.
Daniel had two poems published in the June 2011 issue of the Taj Mahal Review and in the past contributed to Far Horizons E-mag.
Daniel is inspired by the works of Franz Kafka, HP Lovecraft and Vince Flynn.
Daniel S Liuzzi

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