The Simple Joys
The morning sun that paints the sky, A gentle breeze that whispers by, The quiet moments in the dawn, Before the busy day is born. A blooming flower in the grass, The fleeting shadows as they pass, A cup of warmth held in the hand, The simple joys across the land. We chase the stars and seek the gold, Yet miss the wonders that unfold, So pause and breathe, let worries fade, And love the world that time has made.
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