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Standing in the clifftop

Surveying the scene,

Of what seems like a dream

Of the beautiful dazzling sea,

Below a cloudless blue sky

With birds gliding overhead,

And the sounds of gentle waves

As they hit the jagged rocks,

And as I stand still and mindful

I drink in the wonders of life,

And the environment of which we’re blessed

I take nothing for granted about it,

And offer up gratitude for the feeling of zest

That courses through my veins,

In triumphant glee of all that I see.