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The dawn awakes with feathered voices sweet,
A symphony of joy ascends the skies,
The sparrow trills where golden sunrays meet,
Her chirps a hymn of praise that never dies.
The robin swells with notes so warm and clear,
A flute-like call to greet the newborn day,
While bluebirds weave their melodies sincere,
In lilting chords, their gratitude convey.

The wren, so small, belts out a mighty tune,
The cardinal’s whistle paints the air with fire,
A lark ascends beneath the waning moon,
Each voice a thread in nature’s holy choir.
Together, finch and thrush and dove unite,
To sing their hearts to Him in pure delight.

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