Song Playing is called
"Angel Of The Morning"
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Misty Morning

In the misty morning as I
look outside my door shrouded
landscapes fill my wandering eye
Trees wrapped in grayish fog creating
stark outlines before me;Dew
drenched fields, weighed down by the
moisture flowers top heavy with the
mist. Grains highlighted in this errie
picture of shrouding gray.

Silence, no cawing of the crows,
no birdsong filling my ears, almost
primordal visions before me, and
as I look to the east
highlighted in this glooming, breaking
up patterns of starkness the sunlight
breaking thru pinks, oranges straining
against a darkness, visions of stained
glass etched with a dark beauty

Wonderment fills me as nature evolves
before my eyes in this misty
morning.

Copyright 1999 Gwenn A. Lewis