Don’t let it slip away
A mirror of trees
Paints a picture on the lake.
Quiet of the morn,
Loons swim past without a wake.
Songs of birds, warmth of the sun,
Day begins, together, one.
New buds, fresh stems show,
Another petal opens.
Life, garden. Flower and grow.
Wonderings 
This is beautifully expressed.
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