In the quietude of morning, light whispers through the window,
Painting shadows that dance upon walls with gentle crescendo.
A symphony of colors blooms with the sun's tender caress,
Each hue a soft sonnet, a visual ode to tenderness.
Amidst the chaos, find solace in beauty that quietly abides,
In the curve of a leaf, the breeze's hush, where tranquility resides.
For life is art in motion, a canvas ever-changing and wide,
Where every moment is a brushstroke of the masterpiece we reside.
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