The Lark

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Observe the lark, who flies from twig to branch
How he gaily lifts his head and wing
Observe his twinkling eyes and hear his chirp
How he proudly lifts his voice to sing

Sing sweet your song, O morning lark
Sing of the Creator and creature
Let peal your laughing jubilant hark
And greet the rays of the rising sun 

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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