Gleeful

Blessings are gloriously. 

Gloriously blessed.

Fine weather, or foul.

Feathers a flutter.

Fallen from space.

They grow, they climb.

Blissful rest and joyful song

To run, to jump, to shout with glee.

Glad to be alive,

Glad more to live.

Knowing there is so much more

Yet to give. 

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