As the clock steadily tick-tocks, we’re reminded of our dreams like the morning dew drops
The sun peaks and for a moment time stops, we realize the power of the sunrise is the power of our thoughts
The trees bow in ultimate gratitude, as the wind whispers sweet hellos, the perfect morning food
Flowers start to wake as they hear their friends chirp, calming angelic melodies heard throughout the earth
Early in the morning or late in the afternoon, all throughout the day the beauty continues to blossom and bloom
Clouds start to form as dreams become true, adding thoughts to the sky becoming a different hue
Holes are buried as dreams are laid to rest, only waiting for their rightful owner to repossess
The earth becomes our garden box, we plant seeds within its foundation
Seeds of love and happiness the will be our everlasting creation
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