Sun peeks, soft and bright,
Chasing shadows, morning light.
Birdsong, sunrise, sweet and clear,
Whispers, 'Joy is coming here! '
Dewdrops on a tired leaf,
Tiny diamonds, past all grief.
A warm cup coffee in your hand,
Peace is flowing across
the land.
Breathe it in, the air so new,
See the good in me and you.
Every moment, fresh and free,
Good morning, world, for you and me.
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