Life is a gift.
I woke up this morning,
a pleasure not many people get.
Everybreath is a gift.
So why waste it with boring
outlooks on our world
when the colors of night
shine ever so bright
with wonder to be unfurled
Why can't you all see?
Everything is awesome,
I can see it so clearly.
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