When I opened my eyes, to the first morning sunlight
I said what a day, what a bright beautiful day
When I went running, beside freshly bloomed flowers
The fragrance that I breathe in, made even oxygen dear
The river that I drank from, as the afternoon parched
I could swear it served, not water but pure nectar
As the evening breeze gusted, to orange-crimson skies
It freed me off all tiredness, it made me fresh again
The darkness now has gathered, and crickets chant to moon
In her glowing embers I now rest, I sleep I meditate
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