In the early dawn, I rise with sleepy eyes,
To a canvas painted in the bluest skies.
What a blessing it is, this morning’s embrace,
A sight of pure beauty, a moment of grace.
The birds awaken, their chatter fills the air,
Chirping and flapping without a care.
In the fresh, cold breeze, they dance and play,
Welcoming the dawn of a brand new day.
How privileged I am to witness this scene,
The moon’s soft glow, a fleeting dream.
Just before it’s consumed by the morning sun,
A brilliant face, its journey done.
In awe, I stand, my heart filled with delight,
At nature’s wonder, this breathtaking sight.
Each morning a gift, a moment to treasure,
A reminder of life’s simple, profound pleasure.
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