As the sun rises up,
Shining bright on the horizon.
Glistening dew, jewels on jaded leaves
Watching the sun, burn the sky bright,
Feeling it's rays upon the world.
Shadows pierced by the mornings light.
The world begins to stir.
Songs of a mourning dove fill the air.
This perfect image, as if painted on a canvas.
Bright blue, the sky.
Crimson, the flowers.
An oil painting,
Images of complete and utter serenity.
How lucky we are.
To live in such a beautiful
Masterpiece.
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