i wake up one morning at a quater to four,
my concious see in a flash things i never saw before,
angelic, heavenly i never took it to account,
a smile so goldy worth more than a bag of gold,
the sweet fresh air the breathe that i took no notice at all,
lillies smell of roses scent heavenly sent,
the calm sea and the cool breeze from the east,
the unseen aura gods work of art,
the far away rays at the crack of the dawn,
essence of life from the stench of damp soil,
moist from the heavens a life line unseen,
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The nicest part of the day, well described