It's A Beautiful Morning

AS i open the door
i see birds flying and playing in the air
i see chickens feeding on the grains

the sun is peeping
and the world is beginning to enjoy the light

the darkness of the night is over
it is enough

now is the time for basking
in the light

to hear the laughter of the strangers
as you go your own way

in the pursuit of happiness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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