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Gentle Breezes

 

The sun burns my eyes

As I take a step out my door.

The birds chirp merrily

And the dew on the grass glistens.

The smell of petrichor wafts into my nose

And the cool morning breeze stings slightly

The trees sway all around me

As I listen to the familiar clop

Of my sandals on the pavement.

My fatigue drags me down

As I listen to the distant sound of dogs barking

The minty taste of my toothpaste wakes me slightly.

I see the bright colors of the playground equipment

As I pass the park

And smell the pleasant scent of my detergent

And perfume mixed.

I feel frustrated with the lack of a punctual bus

As I come to a stop in front of a large shed.

Soon a large yellow bus rounds the corner

And I relax as I step onto the bus steps.