Awake.
The morning sun beams brightly through the open window,
And I listen for the chirp-chirp song of the ones gifted with flight.
Their joy is infectious.
I spring into the day,
Hopeful that their song will carry me through,
Joyfully past any obstacles that may arise.
Awake.
Another night survived. Another day to live.
Another chance at this thing called life.
And I, for one, am happy
To be Awake.
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