I awake. The birds are singing and soaring. The sun is shining. The trees and grass are draping green
lavishly on this summer morning.
Soybeans grow persistently in a dew-kissed field. Wood sits in freshly split stacks. The barn across the way stands as a
sentinel over this land, as it has for as long as I have been here.
As day broke, everything
was poised to do what it was made for.
And now I am awake to enter it.
What am I here for in today?
Will I do my part well?
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