Sat in the dark wood
wondering if I could
push through the crush of
the dopamine rush.
A vivid context
transpired
as synapses fired.
My heart takes flight.
A sparkle of light.
In the green expanse
of awakened delight.
Diffuse golden hues
transfixed by the views.
Sun rode higher and higher.
Through the brush and the briar.
Life woken up.
No storm in a cup.
The brilliant array
of the start of the day.
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