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Woke up in the wee hour
With the wind, chilling and fair,
Though nightly time seems sour
Man must at all costs dare,

Dare to dream good and sweet,
Dare to feel all good vibe
For life is a good treat
To be grown up and rife.

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In the morning as the wind rushes to and fro,
I to the morning air go,
Go to see the first blush of the sun
At the backyard lawn.

The sun, reddening with light,
Catching my stranded sight,
The sky, blue and deep
Singing birds song sweet.
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The Red Robin flies and chirp in the yard

Touching song, touching inner part of the heart,

Singing it bounces back and forth in the wind,

The memory of its song yet to rewind

In the days to come,

To see with nature life become.

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The crane flies on pack
And the sky seems to lack
All that spruces up it’s vast
Someone like this goes to dart

In the distant horizon far from here
In deep dense and thickening lair.
Our life similarly voyages from one venue to next
Seeking different culture, different people at best.
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Sing no mournful song ever
For we do not dwell forever.
Sing the main of eyes and the edge of heart,
For we shall die and everything part.

Sing of everyday beauty that makes life songful,
Sing of everyday little things you do, for joys are soulful.

Sing of life, sing of love, sing of truth
Make then life attain all fruit.
Sing sorrows not, sing sadness not.
For joys are invaluable, sing the heart.

Sing all spheres— sing the sky and the earth,
Sing sweetness—sing every little dearth
And strive to make life good,
How our life be truly should.

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You have boundless

endowment of the Maker

to put into pitch

the voice of Nature:

a rushing cataract passing

with ease through groves and briers,

Spring chanting joy imperceptibly

moving through the pergola,

Murmuring air spurting into the space

resulting in through tendrils and shrubbery,

Fullness of descant singing

like the birds

to take the sting out of dullness.

What a Maker that is

Whose strength is beyond words

to articulate your immaculate beauty
That has given rise to you,

Whose beauty hums like the bees

at the corner of a plafond.
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The time gone by comes not
Those moments held dear by the heart,
Therefore are those days be cherished
With colors of life be furbished.

A tender lad made his day
Molding as the child the clay,
A teenage saw fancy deep,
Deep as the song so sweet,

A youth saw coming up days of work
A journey to make and life thus to embark,
A adolescent saw tiny patter of feet on the room
Children to send school, make them groom.

A dad of dads and a fivesome kids,
Sounds at home, songs and hiss,
Though smile on face and happy good byes
Silent on the yard, lonely days.

Days of old reminds us of time had,
While growing up as a tender lad;
Days of old yet remind of passing moment
When in a rush we did foment.
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To Thee Thy name I repeat
With true language of heartbeat,
In the sleep and before dawn
Yet in the psalm of the morn.

In sadness and sorrow alone not,
I pray Thee with my heart,
But in all moments I falter and go,
So life seems blessed lo!
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I seek in silence day in and day out,
The Lord with carols  and jingles loud,
In every walk I tread I seek the Lord
With true, divine heart.

Yet I falter to see His kingdom come,
I a true son of His tend to become,
And I envision the hereafter in my mind
To ever and ever like sun’s rays shine.

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Songs of this night,
set in the fleeting breeze
In the gathering of shadow
tune the noiseless porch
where I am now
bringing in the joys
of solitude.
Here I dwell in utter mind,
and here I am a free man.
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