Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

birds are singing

The sun is shining through the leaves,
the rays reflect off my face,
the birds are singing songs of joy,
and soaring swiftly with grace.

A gentle breeze softly caresses my hair,
a smell of hibiscus is waltzing with the fresh air.
Blue skies above make me daydream
a beam of light and I regain my esteem.

Beauty can be found everywhere and
I hope for pleasant times like these to last forever.

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