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Snug under my comforter at 6.30 am,
I refused to heed my Pirates of the Caribbean overture alarm.
To think I agreed to go hiking with such enthusiasm last night... absurd!
Gazing far into the horizon,
a shy tint of orange peeked out,
colouring its surrounding companions in slender mauve.
Good morning, sunshine.
I returned the frog's bulge-eyed stare with a smile,
tapped droplets of morning dew off variant shaped leaves,
and admire the quiet strength of entwined roots,
holding the ground which I happily plod along.
"Heyyyy! those are the thingys Tarzan swings on in cartoons!"
Okay, so I'm easily amused,
but I just can't help to notice and love,
the splendid details of nature,
birthing a paean of praise within me,
for its Creator.
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