2025-07-23-2

 When you arise in the morning,

Let sunlight slip through your dreams—

A golden hush, a gentle dawning,

A world more wondrous than it seems.

Think: what a privilege, this breath,

This pulse that thrums beneath your skin,

To greet the day, to banish death

With every moment you begin.

To be alive—a fragile spark

That dances in the waking mind,

To chase the shadows from the dark,

To seek, to lose, to hope, to find.

To think—how marvelous the gift

Of thought that soars and dives and weaves,

Ideas like birds in sudden lift,

Imagination’s endless leaves.

To enjoy—the taste of morning air,

The laughter ringing down the hall,

The simple joys beyond compare,

The rise, the stumble, and the fall.

To love—oh, sweetest privilege,

To hold a hand, to share a smile,

To write your story, page by page,

To walk together, mile by mile.

So when you wake, remember this:

To be alive, to think, enjoy, to love—

Each day a fragile, fleeting bliss,

A whispered gift from stars above. 

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