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In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
A world awakens, shedding night,
The whispers of the morning breeze,
Caress the leaves, and stir the trees.
The sun ascends, a golden crown,
Banishing shadows, casting down,
Its rays upon the waking earth,
A symbol of life, rebirth.
Birds take flight, their songs a thread,
Weaving through the skies, overhead,
Each note a testament to day,
A promise that the light will stay.
The river’s dance, a silver gleam,
Reflects the morning’s hopeful dream,
It flows with grace, a constant guide,
Through valleys deep and mountains wide.
In every breath, in every sigh,
The world’s heartbeat, a lullaby,
A reminder that in each new dawn,
A chance to rise, to carry on.
With steaming tea, a cup in hand,
A moment's peace, a place to stand,
In the warmth, a meaning found,
In simple joys, life’s truths abound.
Each sip a pause, a soft embrace,
A chance to slow life’s frantic pace,
In the ritual, so calm and pure,
A clarity, a heart’s allure.
For in my day to day daily life,
Amidst the noise, the constant strife,
There lies a beauty, deep and true,
In every sunrise, every brew.
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