Inspiration
The smiles of the trees,
as the sun rises with song.
Crisp mornings with beautiful fall leaves,
To start the day with something strong.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
although only the special ones see it.
It all starts at the shoulders,
and behold, the fire is lit.
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