THE CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES UPON THE HILL.
AND ONCE AGAIN I WAKE.
FIVE 'O'CLOCK AND ALL IS STILL.
THE SUN JUST TRYING TO BREAK.
I LOOK OUT OF MY WINDOW.
NOT A SOUL IN SIGHT.
ONE OR TWO YOUNG SPARROWS.
I SEE AROUND IN FLIGHT.
GET UP! YOU LAZY PEOPLE.
I SEEM TO STARE AND SAY.
SEE THE EARLY MORNING.
OF ANOTHER DAY.
THE VILLAGE IS SO PEACEFULL.
WITH NOT A SOUND AROUND.
DEWDROPS ON THE FLOWERS.
SEND DROPLETS TO THE GROUND.
DAYBREAK IS SO WONDERFUL.
NOTHINGS EVER DULL
YOU HAVE TO CHERISH THESE THINGS .
THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFULL.
SO WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES FIVE AGAIN.
GET UP AND YOU WILL SEE.
THE BEAUTY ALL AROUND YOU.
AND FEEL "TRANQUILLITY"
(I JOTTED THIS ONE EARLY MORNING AS IT SAYS WHEN ALL WAS QUIET.)
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