A sound so faint

As the dark moves westward, the cool of morning lingers, fog so lite, wind calm, and I hear faintly the chirpy sound of a little bird, a sound so faint.  Awake I am now as I await the beginning of the day ahead.  To what will the day bring?  Only GOD knows the answer, however, with that in mind one can only be fulfilled with glorified expectations.  Another day has cometh to me, so shall I try and make the best of it.

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