Sunny Monday
I am
I am the wind.
My silent rapture at the tops of trees
goes unnoticed,
but I continue to dance.
I am the sky.
My endless potential
lingers,
until knowledge discovers.
I am rhenium.
My strength
will not back down,
against the toughest elements.
I am sugar.
My sweet taste
draws a smile
from samplers.
I am a sunny Monday.
My optimism
makes a bad day
seem pleasant.
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