Dawn is gently breaking,
The sun peeking through the trees--
Wind chimes make soft music
In the early morning breeze.
People start to wake up,
Some hum through their
Morning routines. Birds start
Singing in the fresh morning air.
The flowers lend their color,
And their dew-fresh scent.
Morning music in the country--
The best music yet.
No smog or traffic rumbling,
Just animals greeting the day.
This is country living--and
You wouldn't want any other way.
It takes a special type of person
To hear the earth's song--
It says when to plant and harvest,
And tells when something's wrong.
Thank God for the country,
And the pleasure that it brings.
The only thing sweeter--
Is when the angels sing.
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