I wake up,
I open my eyes,
I see broken light.
Drops on the leaves,
fresh, pure, untouched,
at this moment nothing hurts that much.
The birds,
chirping away to glory,
I feel good,
I don't feel the lethargy.
Every ones still sleeping,
the trees are peeping,
this moment, in a box preserved I feel like keeping.
The sun has just arrived,
the world at this moment is not alive.
That short moment,
the short moment of simple happiness,
I feel blessed,
blessed at the sight,
blessed at sight,
blessed with the morning light.
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