The sun streams through the curtains,Waking the birds and flowers.It’s time to rise,And make breakfast.
The air is fresh and fragrant,And I feel hunger take hold.I approach the kitchen,And turn on the light.
The coffee pours into the coffee maker,And the bread toasts in the oven.While I wait, I prepare the fruit,And scramble the eggs.
The coffee is ready,And the bread is golden brown.I set the table,And call the others.


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