Burning Day Light

While you slumber

cozy in your bed,

The sun kisses the trees

casting shades.

The seagulls glide

through the sky

squawking desperately at no one.

The heron, like a statue,

keeps guard over the fish.

The mayflies still

fly in June.

The loon dives for

breakfast onto his reflection.

The dome of the sky

comes alive in hues of light and blues.

A late squadron of geese

descend upon the lake,

As the haughty cormorant

paddles away in disdain

…and the water ripples

with the air

sending plumes of fog

to dissipate like your dreams

as you wake up.

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