As the sun kisses the horizon,

creatures wake to a welcoming light.

With dew from the night still hanging on,

the air warming, inviting, and right.

 

When the sun kisses the flowers,

they reach and bloom with all their might.

The bees and birds drink during hours,

it is them that keeps the life circle tight.

 

After the sun kisses the horizon,

creatures turn in and out of sight.

They burrow, they hide, not to be frightened,

it is them to eachother, saying goodnight.

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*This poem was inspired by my daughter, she wanted a poem of flowers blooming. ❤️🌷 Enjoy*

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