We rise not just to chase the sun,

But to feel  its golden kiss,

To laugh with friends whose voices run,

Like rivers through our bliss.

The breeze that bends the willow tree,

The coffee. Shared at dawn,

The childlike thrill of being free,

Before the day is gone.

A glance, a grin, a hand held  tight,

The stories that we weave,

Each soul we meet, a spark of light,

That teaches us to believe.

No riches weigh like love well spent,

No crown outshines a smile,

The heart is where our days, are lent, 

Let’s dance them every mile.

So, raise your glass  to morning’s glow,

To laughter, tears, and grace,

For life’s a gift we get to know,

Through every warm embrace

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