In the hush of dawn, I walk alone,
with sleepy steps and thoughts half-grown.
The trees, they stretch in silent grace,
as sunbeams paint the morning’s face.
The birds begin their tender song,
and somehow, I just hum along.
Each leaf it sways, each breeze, it stays,
like God walks with me here today.
My shoes find joy in fallen leaves,
a crunch...
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