To rejoice in and celebrate the joy of God and His creation by uplifting one's soul and spirit in the very act of utterance. A wind of whispering morning dew, The world sprouts to life and new. Golden sun paints emerald leaves, Retrieves peace and canvas the soul. Air fresh, crisp, light, Shed the shadows from night. The chirp of birds, the rustle of trees-- Symphony playing by the soft breeze breathes. Close your eyes and feel the earth, Let calmness settle down and find your turf. The worries dissolve like mist at the sky, A weightless heart starts to fly. So every minute becomes a reset, a restart, To wash out the mind and refresh the heart. Then quiet mind, free spirit awakens the beauty of all we may see. That is why you have to step out so that the stillness will speak, In the soft, simple, meek find strength. This refers to a freshened mind, serene and clear- The making of life we hold dearest.
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