I watch the rose blooming
Opening silky its petals to the sun
And feel blessed for a new life
God gives me after the night is gone
I wake up listening to
The cool wind knocking the door
And feel warmth of the
Morning light grazing the tiled floor
I feel blessed and glad
To see again all things around
They give me joy and keep me
Fresh with their beauty and sound
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