Older age comes, slow and sure,
Some things get better, some endure.
It's just the way life likes to be,
A mix of joy and memory.
The clock ticks different in the night,
Wake up at three, before the light.
Seems strange, but wait and see,
A hidden gift for you and me.
Summer mornings, cool and still,
A peaceful scene upon the hill.
Coffee steams, a gentle scent,
Birds awake, their songs are sent.
They sing their tunes, a joyful sound,
As dawn arrives, all around.
This quiet time, a precious start,
Peace in your mind, and in your heart.
So let the years begin to climb,
Find beauty in this early time.
Life's little gifts, if we but see,
Morning peace sets spirits free.
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