Small Pleasures by Renee Levinson
To see first light,
Glorious in all it's purity,
Dissipating morning mist,
Is one of life's small pleasures.

To hear the first bird song,
Magnificent in it's simplicity,
Resolving the night's long silence,
Cleanses the soul each day anew.

To feel the first gentle breeze,
To smell fresh morning dew,
To be touched by the sun's warmth,
This is the greatest gift you can give yourself.

Copyright(c)1998 Renee Levinson

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