Singing In the Morning

Here, in the freshness of the morning, one song sings.
One clear call penetrates the air, the leaves, the grasses.
One note, holding every sound, the voice of every throat
that utters waking, that utters joy, merged into one,
rolling across the waters, pushing into the brush,
sliding down the leaves of trees, rising to the sky,
wordlessly singing Thank You, singing Yes.

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