Dawn
Dawn has come,
Slowly lighting the land.
Golden fingers of a golden hand
Stretching along the horizon,
Illuminating all that was dark.
From the tips of grass to the start of tree bark
Lighting upon the mountain top
Filling the sky with its brilliance
Birds take flight, heralding the magnificence.
Dawn has come,
Its time for me to move on



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