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The new sun of the day shined through the trees. Each ray slithered through each branch. The ground was wet from the fog that left earlier. A mixture of wetness and sunshine was as fresh as ever. I took a sip of my morning coffee, Looked around at this new day, It was going to be beautiful. The cold fog had left, The bright sun had risen yet again.
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This poem is about the place where I grew up in. I grew up in a small town, surrounded by beautiful redwood trees. It is something that I quite often took for granted, up until I got to be a little bit older. I was eating breakfast outside one summer morning, when I truly realized what kind of glorious place I was grateful enough to grow up in. The redwoods are layed out so perfectly along the mountain ridges, all different shades of green, and stand high up in the big blue sky. I finally came to a conclusion to never take anything in my life for granted, rather appreciate every little thing.