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The morning air, a crisp, keen bite,
The sun ascends, a golden light.
A path unfolds, a winding thread,
My brisk walk starts, my spirit fed.

With every step, a rhythmic beat,
My weary soul, begins to meet
The vibrant world, with sights so grand,
A symphony of nature's hand.

The leaves, they rustle, soft and low,
A whispered story, to and fro.
The birdsong swells, a joyful sound,
As nature's chorus, all around.

My breath comes fast, a steady stream,
My muscles tense, a waking dream.
The world speeds by, a blur of hues,
My senses sharpened, as the dew
Still clings to grass, a diamond sheen,
My brisk walk's journey, now serene.

The world unfolds, with every stride,
A tapestry of beauty, wide.
With each deep breath, a moment's peace,
My brisk walk's solace, I release.

The sun climbs high, the day takes hold,
My brisk walk's journey, now unfolds.
A sense of calm, a quiet grace,
My brisk walk's beauty, finds its place.

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