At the end of the nights' convalescence
A small prairie-boy, upward looks in amaze
-ment when the skies turn amber, then sapphire.
At an onion air balloon, adrift over maize.
Perplexed, he shrugged his shoulders back.
Then forwards and looks for reassurance
-In the eyes of a Himalayan mountain horse
Who of cause I was as vexed to scrutinize.
The marvels floating in the cloudless skies
They both locked-eyes stood firm together
With renewed strength placed in the other
As it shrinks in size, they both wondered
To themselves, if they'd both been, hypothesized.
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