Spray each blade of grass with rounded drops of dew.
Tickle the cock to crow.
Ruffle the leaves on the heads of the trees.
Call the clouds most beauteous and make them blush in rosy hues.
Take the melted sun, reshaping his sphereous face and push him giddily across the sky. This is day.
This is glorious day.

 

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I just had fun here.
I do realise that “sphereous” is not an actual word,
but I like the way it titillates my tongue.
Say it: “sfər-ē-əs”
Fun, right?
🙂

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