67 66 A Bright, NewDawn As I look up toward the sky, clouds are racing. They twist and turn, as they gather speed. Their colours are mingled like a giant collage, looking down upon the earth. New life is emerging from the depths of winter, where frost and ice has captured its prey. Lakes and ponds that once were frozen, are released from their unchanging prison, as the waters race towards the sea. Trees are bearing new life, with buds forming and releasing their sweet aroma. Grassy meadows are full of new life, as insects march towards a new day. Birds are gathering for their dawn chorus, “Awake and see the rising sun, bid farewell to troubled times.” Deborah Nobbs, 2021
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