The smell of fresh cut grass,
Fills my nose, and before my eyes;
I spot two dragonflies,
Weaving up and down,
Side to side, together they glide,
Across the endless sky.
Higher above a flock of birds circles,
Round and round they go,
On a quest to find breakfast,
And here I stand with a grounded view,
Smiling as I take in everything before me,
Smiling at the joy within and the synergy,
That surrounds me on this joyous Monday.
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