Rising up to greet the day,
we wonder will it come our way,
forgetting sometimes to take care,
of wonders that are already there,

sometimes it's hard to see them true,
laden with hard burdens new,
and sometimes it's hard to see them right,
to see through things that give us fright,

it takes great effort to expose,
in our mind we see great things those,
the things we forget to feel,
the only things for us so real,

the warmth of sunshine on the face,
the coolness of the winds embrace,
the brightness of a flower fair,
the smile of a love so rare.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli