The morning dew on blades of grass
Glistening like diamonds, a sight to behold
The world awakens with a gentle hush
As the sun rises, painting the sky with gold
The birds begin to sing their tune
A chorus of melodies, pure and true
Their voices carry on the breeze
As nature’s symphony comes into view
The flowers open their petals wide
Reaching for the sun’s warm embrace
Their colors blend in perfect harmony
A masterpiece of beauty and grace
The world is full of wonder and delight
A canvas of art, a treasure to behold
Let us cherish and protect this sight
For it is a gift that never grows old.
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