Rush Hour

A classically beautiful morning That finds The Mother City this dawning Of the blue sky, birdsong variety Falling on dissonant society Bees buzzing busily by butterflies The rush hour of nests and hives irrepressibly improvising flight The breeze playing with stalk and leaf slight There's much to look at, more to drink in Lots to experience, choice to begin Here's to some of those blessings inspiring

You to activate the better, empowering Living large and loving without reserve Ever Mother Nature's preserve Since that's already heading our way You have yourself a blessed day SP

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