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The sun beams through the window,
awaken, gently rubbing my eyes .
The pressure lifted from my soul
I feel whole like a crystal clear blue sky.
Standing out on the porch, stretching,
I see the leaves floating downstream.
So thankful to be alive, breathing,
One more day to once again dream.
The breeze moves every
hair follicle like a symphony.
The trees waving like,
Dancing Angels, all in harmony.
The sound of everything living
Coats the inner ears.
Beyond the valley, the mountain
So pristine, the beauty premiers.
I’m in awe; I’m not a religious man,
But whatever made this picture visible to me.
Must have a higher power, a plan too enchant
thee, a path to follow…. as I sip my mountain tea,
I believe,
that there is a course to take for us all.
Wherever that may lead,
like when summer transcends to fall.
Not knowing where this road leads,
we keep moving , because we have too.
Smiling, and I’m crystal clear, like that blue sky,
on every detail of life’s point of view.

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