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THREADS This poem written for What Makes Me Smile 2 poetry contest, Karen Jones, sponsor June 19, 2025. Dawn’s first light spills through the open window, a golden brushstroke across my face. I smile, breathing in the promise of a new day. Wind chimes dance in the morning breeze, a gentle symphony echoing of newness and innocence. I smile, reminding myself of the magic in simple moments. Leaves rustle in the wind’s currents, each flutter a gentle conversation between trees. I smile, wandering through nature’s embrace. In the day’s fading light, the sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. I smile, cradling the warmth of its glow. In the stillness of night, stars twinkle like distant dreams gracing the moonlit sky with God’s diamonds. I smile, thanking Him for the little things that light up my life. So here I stand, witnessing a tapestry of moments weaving together the fabric of contentment and joy. I smile, reflecting upon the threads that bind me to the beauty of being alive.