Wonderous Morning
There are many wonders of the morning when the sun starts to rise, birds are chirping as dew drops on flowers quietly disappear. Another wonderful gift from God such a beautiful prize. In the sun-lit meadow the colors so intense, fragrance of each flower is Heaven sent. I look across the pastures in awesome content, watching a horse as it grazes along the fence. The rays of splendour the peace is priceless, it helps you through the day. Reflect upon the wonderous morning when troubles come your way, your time is never wasted in search of yet another priceless day. Copyright ©2008 Joanna Morning Star Randolph
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