Opening my eyes each day is a miracle
The sun breaking through the starry path of night
Infecting us with Life *
Trees glisting with sunlight
Oranges, reds and yellows seeping through their branches
Created for us to breathe in the beauty of this new day
And Breathe out
As the North Star reveals a new path to darkness
I await through my slumber
To breathe in the birth of day
To see His miracle shine upon me again
* Green Mile by Stephen King
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