You are the sun rising every morning
You are the first light when I open my eyes
You are the first sip of a morning drink
You are the smell of spring
You are that shower at the end of a hard day
You are cool sheets on a firm bed
You are open windows at night in summer
You are an evening’s breeze
Wisping the sweetest air
Blowing love filled winds
Blowing change
Blowing peace
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