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This poem is pure happiness: "How beautiful is it?"

I wake to the sun,
Peeking through my curtains,
And I think,
How beautiful is it?
I go out and see the blue sky,
And the white clouds floating by,
And I think,
How beautiful is it?
The luscious green grass,
And revived trees,
I think,
How beautiful is it?
The spring breeze,
Blowing life into the world,
After winter,
How beautiful is it?
Relieving us,
Cleansing us,
Clearing past mistakes,
How beautiful is it?
So lay back,
And watch the world come to life,
And tell me,
Isn't it beautiful?

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by GL reader | 6/5/2018
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