Early morning steps beneath my tree,
Hazy slumber so the day begins.
Traces of the darkened sleep so rare,
Lingers a cape of sun and air.

Waking sounds and green leaves light,
Breathe calm to hazy dreams.
They flee beneath the soil like snakes,
And butterflies soon take its place.

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