A day break

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The rustle of the leaves,
The squirm of the seas,
The buzz of the bees,
That draws a smile off my heaves.

The grass that sooth my tired feet,
On it does my head lay in peace,
As I stare into the pink and orange sky,
Which evoked the memories of my early youth that had passes by,
As I wished the sun goodbye.

Only then did I appreciate the darkness that I hated,
Because of which I could see the exquisite craftsmanship of  God (The stars and the night sky)
As the fire danced high,
Which gave me warmth

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