| Early One Morning Early one morning when no-one was about I tiptoed to my window, and stood there, looking out the flowers and trees were sleeping; the lake was cold and still when suddenly a sunbeam came dancing down the hill. It touched the sleeping flowers it twinkled on the lake and all the birds began to sing; the world was wide awake This poem is unattributed - I don't know if the author would thank for putting her name here, so I haven't - but we know who it is....... |
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