hazy sky beneath a lip of the moon
bright orange peeking the horizon
so calm not a leaf moves in a while
that could be sign something coming
rough wind, hurricane, too much rain
whatever it is we need water for green
i reach up to stretch before i go
loosen these joints and muscles too
so when i swing i have nothing to blame
except i have, i have a misguided aim
i'm optimistic i will tackle the course
my mind is my ultimate power source
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