The Last Rosebud
The early morning air smelled clean and crisp as I stuck my head out the door. Breathing in deeply, I smiled, and turned to make my way to the coffeepot. I thought of the day ahead as the aromatic steam of the Jamaican blend tickled my senses.Deep in thought about the day ahead, I decided to take an early morning stroll outside. I looked around surprised at the miracle Mother Nature had painted in the predawn light. As I started my trek across the dew-dampened grass, I took in all the wonderful sights. I noticed the fog hanging in the treetops, as if it were finely spun silk. Spider webs glistened like delicate fairy wings. The single earthworm made it’s way randomly through the damp grass. An unseen bird sang to its mate. As I took a sip of my coffee, I appreciated the peace and quiet around me. The feeling of oneness washed over me. It was overwhelming. The morning was mine. I shivered; the dampness had started making its presence known. Tiny beads of dew
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Mother Nature, , tiny flower, winter soon, mother nature, day ahead,
Approximate Word count = 651
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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