In the hustle, often we stray,
From the little things, that sparkle the day,
A golden elixir, the beauty of a day unfolding,
The chirping cuckoo, greet your day,
A melody plays, lifting your mood.
Racing clock and rushing feet.
Afternoon's radiance, cotton balls on sapphire sky,
Soft whispers of breeze, through curly hair's gentle care,
The murmur of voices, in discussions so...
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