The Glory of the Morning Glory

I sit in the early dawn and watch the morning glory vine.
I do enjoy just watching every twist and twine.
It wraps around the birdbath and the gazing ball of blue
And wrapping ’round the fence rail each bud comes into view.
I watch them slowly open, and right before my eyes
They reveal to me each morning, a colorful surprise.
In the cool and dew of morning the blossoms open wide
Until the heat of sunshine makes them shrink and hide,
But surely, tomorrow at the dawning,
There will be glory in the morning.

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