Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

First Line

One fine morning, I stepped outside

It had been a while since I had seen

The sky so clear, the air so fresh

The trees so very green


It's quite often, that I forget

The joy of the little things

The gentle breeze, the rustle of the leaves

The way the many birds sing


This fine morning, I stepped outside

And wrote this so I won't forget

The sun's rays, the flowers blooming

What joys am I find in them yet

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