As I walk, the joy comes.
There is joy in the grass, in the wind blowing, in the clouds. There is joy in the sky. There is joy in the trees. There is joy in the rocks as they guide and outline the path. Ah, and finally, there is joy in my heart.
Thank you for the joy of my surroundings. Ah, and finally, there is joy in my heart.
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