I wake up to the rays of the sun

Sunlight coming in from the east

Looking out my window

Jumping out the door

To bask in the sun

Laying among the flowers

In a hay-meadow so fair

Golden rays

Burnishing the yellow grass

Lightening the clouds

That scuttle across the sky

As I lay in the hay-meadow

Looking at the sun

The End

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