In white mist of morn

As new day is born

Bullfrog thrums in reeds

Water droplet beads

Clammy feel to skin

Leaf drops in a spin

Turtle slips off log

Sunbeams stream through fog

Breeze is just a hint

With a whiff of mint

Dew coats metal chair

Lips release soft swear

Heron lands on dock

With a noisy squawk

His keen eyes explore

Fish near rocky shore

Time to go back in

Breakfast with my kin

Then I will return

Soak up nature's churn

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