Pefect Days
The morning sunlight shines upon me,On the dew and through the fog.
Birds are singing loud and boldly,
With the ctoaking of the frog.
Oh, lovely morning to me bringing
Joyful sounds of Nature singing.
The noonday sun shines on me now.
Fields of flowers and grass I see.
The dew and fog have burned away
As quickly as they came to be.
Oh, Sun, be strong and keep on burning.
Earth, be strong and keep on turning.
The evening sun sets in the west,
And the blue fades from the sky,
As the sunlight goes to rest
For the night, but not to die.
Oh, perfect days like these that pass,
Dear God, let this not be the last.
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