At dawn I wake, thunderstruck by light,
A golden hush dissolving night.
The mountains stretch with ancient grace,
Their mist-soft whispers brush my face.
The river hums its silver tune,
A vow it offers to the noon.
Through trembling leaves the soft winds glide,
In nature’s arms, I open wide.
Each bloom becomes a trembling spark,
A lantern glowing in the dark.
And standing still, I’m overcome—
By forest, sky, and beating drum.
For in this world where wonders rise,
Where storm meets sun in wild surprise,
I find my heart forever struck
By nature’s fierce and gentle luck.
Therapy Bits 
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