Stir Those Lucky Souls - By Dan'l MclLhenny

Morning waits on no one kid 

You must learn to muster you - 

Out of that - snoozers bed 

For the Sun’s a comin’ 

Sure, as the skyline signifies so 

And take your shadow when you go 

May thickets draw your curious eyes 

While rivulets race down mountainsides 

As snowmelt weeps its trials of tears 

Searching for perfect pooling grounds 

Where sounds of nature sing and ring 

 Of all things this good Earth brings 

Springs, designed to…stir those lucky souls 

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