I wish you some magical mornings,
when you slip into the light of day,
unknowingly performing a ritual of healing,
as body and mind spring to new life.
You hear the birds,
as if for the very first time,
their song a hymn to your awakening.
And the weary world,
so often blunt and gray,
pauses to wonder:
Where has this beauty been?
And oh, how glad we are
to see you—
reborn into this day.
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