Everything has its AM and its PM.
Just like the morning when the bright sun shines,
The lovely fresh breeze that brushes through you,
The smell of roses and lilies that bloom,
Leaving our presence with beauty not despair,
Listen to the sweet melody of young birds chirping,
Soaring in the sky so effortless as they seem,
The way you stand in the gardens of freedom,
Letting go of all the problems that worry you,
Take a minute and enjoy the serenity around you,
Feel the pleasure that the ground withholds,
Treasure this moment and hold it deep inside you,
As the time goes by the sun will slowly sink down,
Watch as the beauty of colors change,
Bright yellow to a mixture of red and orange paint,
A hint of midnight blue will gradually appear,
Covering the sky with its own magical touch,
Sprinkling some pixy dust that leaves it beautiful and shine,
Lay on the soft green grass and smile to what’s above you,
Inhale the purest of winds and think of how extraordinary life must be,
Minute by minute as the time goes by,
You’ve been blessed by having this soul to experience,
All the everlasting wonders in existence,
And yet everything has its A.M and its P.M.
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