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The early morning breeze from the atmosphere;
Is like a freeze that need to be measured  even though it is not wind

The birds of the air sweet melodies sound aloud
So early In the morn
Making me feel splendid when I yawn

I peep through the window seeing the sky so bright
Then I have the thought that my day will be light 
starting from the Genesis of the day to night

I love the smell of the flowers
And the sweet honey from bees
Along side with the dancing boughs of all trees

I love the waving ocean upon the sand
And also in love with the seashells when I placed them on my hand;
Either on water or land

All things on Earth including animal and humans are of great 
Having hundred percent rate
Either length, width, height or weight

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