The sweet scent of wood on the morning air.
The dawning of another day.
When nature's escapades begin UNWRAPPING in
This November woods.
Searching for the first of a burst of a
Brand new HORIZON greeting a fading night.
Roving over wrinkled leaves newly fallen.
The MAJESTY OF DAWN.
Kicking up my heels on this
Juvenile MORNING. I feel the
Immaculate presence of nature.
A hallowed log with early morning
Squirrels seeking treasures for
Their TROVES.
Keeping on my best QUIETNESS I
VISIONED A BOILING STAR take the
Sky. A golden treat of slivers of
Purple and simmering crimson bold.
A sunrise New and gold.
I witnessed the flaring HORIZON as
I ventured forward GENTLY uncovering
A new born TRANQUIL day.
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