<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dawn Chorus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dawn is the time when darkness becomes light; <br>A time when darkness disappears from sight.<br>The ashen veil slowly fades away, <br>To reveal another brand new day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up in the trees, the little birds awake, <br>And a pretty chorus, they now do make.<br>There is no other music on earth, quite as sweet, <br>As their cheerful chorus of twitters and tweets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the birds' pretty chorus, I lend an ear, <br>And am filled inside with joy and cheer.<br>The little birds are so jolly when they sing; <br>I wonder if they know of the joy they bring? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a treat to hear the birds trilling in the trees; <br>The sound is carried to my ears, upon the breeze.<br>Their symphony is carried aloft to where I lay; <br>Such sweet music, no instrument can ever play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not often wake that early in the morn; <br>To witness another new day being born.<br>It is a magical time of the day, I think, <br>But, I am often still having forty winks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, for me, to hear their music is very rare, <br>But, I consider it beautiful, beyond compare.<br>Maybe, I should make a date, and set my alarm, <br>So as, more often, by their songs, I am charmed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344734" data-title="The Dawn Chorus de Angela Wybrow" data-description="Dawn is the time when darkness becomes light; A time when darkness disappears from sight. The ashen veil slowly fades away, To reveal another brand new day. Up in the trees, the little birds awake, And a pretty chorus, they now do make. There ..."></div> </div> </div>

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