My First Sunrise
My First Sunrise
The sun starts to shine,
Golden wheat catches the light,
Flowers and buds bloom open,
To bask in the sunlight.
Winds blow in from the east,
Bringin' the scent of tea,
Oh, the breeze that hits me in the face,
How fresh it feels.
I'm running in the field,
From enemies of my past,
From those I no longer care for,
Oh, how it feels to be free.
For I am hope,
who shan't be restrained,
no more no longer,
I watch my first ever sunrise and smile...
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