The sun blossoms and permeates the crisp, warm air.
Fragile Morning Glories unfurl;
their scents sway the bees awake
as dew drops slowly dissipate.
Trees idly stretch their arms
where songbirds sit and sing; warblings resonate
and echo in the heart of the morning,
whilst the Pampas grasses beneath dance with bliss.
The horizon's solace blooms,
a euphoric peace is felt amongst the breeze,
and nature's choir is heard
amid the colors and feelings that blend.
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