Look to be grateful for each morning sunrise and appreciate being alive.

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Look to be grateful for each morning sunrise and appreciate being alive.
I eagerly sought a most violent storm, the thunder burst from the heavens. With curiosity I stood, the dazzling light entirely reduced to the laws of electricity.
Somewhere within we reflected the beauty of nature.
Spring and skies bloom with flowers, my senses refreshed by scents of delight and sights of beauty.
I've noticed, some things have to grow wild in a storm, erect and defiant.
We drift in eternal space. A slow progression, a ghostly limbo. Light and darkness over water.
The world whispers truth. Hear the buried treasures, of tales in hushed voices and allow the voices in the ether to be heeded.
All that time in a forest and I found nothing but beautiful grace.
The world could be so wild. No buildings. Just the sprawling world in the depths of the woods, wind, and grass.
This was, in words simply contentment, unlike any other, feel these quiet moments with me. Stay a few minutes and look at the stars.