Hidden Gifts

A gift may come in many forms
Some do not recognize
As the calm before the storm
Or the beauty of sunrise

Blankets of freshly fallen snow
A vast and cloudless sky
The refreshing wind as it blows
And stillness when it dies

The unveiling of a starry night
Basking in its glow
Uncovering mystery of night
A full moon hung low

Some treasure these gifts
Others, they are blind
If you are willing
Seek and you will find

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