Rising to crack of dawn
a feel refreshingly pure
To behold nature's awe
at best appealing allure
Apt for corporeal regimen
ridding of residual stress
Be one with the elements
and challenges address
Dew from trees high above
casts rinsed sort appeal
Sun aft wild stray clouds
silver lining does reveal
Little nestlings in frenzy
chirping for morning feed
Older combing infinite sky
for daily subsisting need
Goat herd of a magnitude
being led to vale to graze
Panorama of chaste magic
that never stops to amaze
Little nip and mist shroud
reflect mystical type feel
Sans any of human strains
in space chaste and surreal
So much there of bounty
to appreciate and realize
Sheer wonder of environs
we often miss to recognize
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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