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Aaro Hellaakoski - When the early morning sun first...

When the early morning sun
first pierced the grayness in the sky,
a pickerel rose from his watery home
to climb a pine tree, singing.
And high in the branches, he looked upon
the morning's glowing beauty -
the wind-blown ripples on the lake,
dew-freshened flowers and fields below. (Aaro Hellaakoski)

When the early morning sun first pierced the grayness in the sky, a pickerel rose from his watery home to climb a pine tree, singing. And high in the branches, he looked upon the morning's glowing beauty - the wind-blown ripples on the lake, dew-freshened flowers and fields below.

Aaro Hellaakoski

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