Greetings
A falling tree cannot crash with a thud
In the absence of my ears,
A rising sun cannot illuminate my view
In the absence of my sight
My day cannot commence
Without me, to bring its light
A path cannot unfold before my feet
Until I take the first step,
A door cannot open at the turn of its knob
Until I produce the key
I do not wake to greet the day
But rather, it greets me.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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