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A short poem about maintaining good health
In the first part of the day's light, I rise once more,
Embracing the day with a sound view.
A fair feast, a careful chomp,
Products of the soil, a brilliant sight.
With each step, my heart beats solid,
In nature's musicality, I have a place.
Breathing profound the fresh, clean air,
I discover a real sense of harmony and comfort there.
Mind calm, body in order,
I stretch underneath the delicate moon.
Peaceful rest, my daily companion,
On wellbeing and happiness, my days depend.
Sustain your body, brain, and soul,
In each decision, make wellbeing your objective.
For in this dance of life, so terrific,
Great wellbeing will continuously help out.
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Your short poem is nice.
Learnt few things here, excellent