My Spring Morning

Sat on a bank of a slow flowing river I watch the sun rise slowly behind the trees, its gentle light diffused by the branches and glisten off the dew laden grass at my feet. The warm mist rises with the sun and the green spring grass comes into focus. The trickle of water as it moves by fills my ears while birds sing a melody is chorus with the sound and only the beat of my heart and breath keeps tempo. As the warmth starts to wash over me I wake and as I do I smile, I am at peace, this is my spring morning, this is my country, this is my life.
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