The white fog lifted, air is crispy cold, and very still
The colored leaves are gone, swirling down, all around my grill
The sounds, of chirping birds and barking dogs, in the background
The quick squirrel jumping, briskly from tree to tree, then to the ground
The bubbling bubbles, and trickling of sparkle waters, flowing down the fountain
The yellowhead finches, taking a cold bath, then fly to the spectacular mountain
The glowing clouds, moving slowly south, on it's gentle way
The brilliant sun, beaming down on me, with warm light ray
The sight, of morning dew glittering, burning into rising steam
The scent, of rotting apples, turning to crytalized cream
The feel, of goosebumps growing, in the cold shade
The frozen frost, hasn't melted, on the deck I made
It touches all my senses, the feel and sound, the smell and sight
It's another day, I woke up still alive! I'm standing outside in the bright

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