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Sunrise painting the window pane
Soft light kissing the floor again
Dust motes dancing in the air
A new day a fresh affair
Something’s shifting
Lightly lifting
Petals drifting down so slow
Whispers of where dreams can go
Petals drifting soft and low
A quiet renewal a gentle glow
Old leaves crumble to the ground
No sad sigh no mournful sound
Just a space for something new
A brand new shade of morning blue
What was lost can be found
Spinning round and round
A tiny seed a mighty tree
This is how it’s meant to be
