A Gift

I rub my eyes vigorously,
Till I see stars in the daylight.
Sunlight streams in,
Through the dusty window.

The dewdrops sparkle,
On the green grass outside,
While the bees buzz dreamily,
Around the honeysuckles.
I hear the Wind whispering to me,
Hinting at me to guess.
Carrying the sweet aroma.
Intoxicating me with happiness.

She sends me a gift every morning.
Mother Nature.
A sight to behold.
To marvel at.
To dissolve in.
To forget myself.


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