morning has indeed broken
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting
no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence
trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily
I think the first stanza is perfect..the second took me a moment and then I absorbed it, enjoying it almost as much. The third made me wonder why we do not remain outside at night to receive this glory.
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