The morning air is chilly
and the steam from my coffee rises,
swirling in lovely patterns against the blue sky;
The birds are singing,
and the sun is filtered through the trees;
The air is crisp, and so are the leaves
as they flutter gently to the ground
in a kaleidoscope of color;
I wrap my sweater a bit tighter around me,
as I revel in the beauty of a new day.
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