It was a foggy morning
The shadows of night were tired
Light was eager to embrace a new beginning
There was no sight of human's voices
But Nature was all talking
The stream of the river impatient to keep moving
The flowers, bees, and butterflies flirting
The trees watching everywhere as disguised spies
They were gossiping about the twists and turns of last night
Time was aging things
And giving to others the first blow of life in its finest
Colors, sounds, movements, elements
All forging new forms of expression
The portrait of a new day
Was being painted
Along the passing hours...

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