The Morning

As the sun creeps ever so slowly up and up, the dew sparkles like liquid diamonds, shimmering brightly.

The leaves tremble in the new morning breeze, one pulled by the wind,down and down, falling gently to the earth.

Birds call softly to one another, then louder and louder, greeting the day.

Flowers shyly unfurl their petals, bobbing, showing off their colors and perfuming the air.

I step outside, breathe in the fragrance, and think how lovely it all is.

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