Life is a gift.

I woke up this morning,

a pleasure not many people get.

Everybreath is a gift.

So why waste it with boring


outlooks on our world

when the colors of night

shine ever so bright

with wonder to be unfurled


Why can't you all see?

Everything is awesome,

I can see it so clearly.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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