The morning sun glistens on the water
in the canal
beside the waving fields
as the day grows brighter.
Soon it will be blindingly so,
the late-summer heat obliviously searing,
not caring that its welcome has expired
and its flavor gone stale.
Yet the nighttime knows
and the cool breeze freshens,
released as an exhaled breath
held too long.
The early morning sighs
Rejoicing!
at the calmness that lingers
from the passing night.
So the early sun sparkles,
showering with glitter,
promising the weary world
that gentler things await.
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