And rests around my face as I wake from sleep.
My eyes open as the room is being painted with golden sun.
Each dark shadow in the room is lighted, the sky is clear and still.
From outside comes a beautiful butterfly fluttering about my head.
It is almost as beautiful as the singing of the birds. Another beautiful day that will end sadly,
For when one enjoys the day, others struggle to keep alive.
Mark: 10/10 Percentage: 100%
