Another dawn breaks,
Brightening the sky,
Casting light on fields,
Dew-kissed and dry.
Every leaf sparkles,
Feathers of mist fade,
Glimmers of hope rise,
Held in the sun’s embrace.
In the cool morning,
Joy softly sings,
Kites take to the breeze,
Lifted by wings.
Mountains stand tall,
Noble and grand,
Overlooking valleys,
Painted by hand.
Quiet streams murmur,
Rivers run free,
Silverfish daily leap,
Through waves in the sea.
Under the vast sky,
Voices excitedly unite,
Weaving together
Xenial delight.
Yearning hearts gather,
Zeniths are in sight.
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