There I stand,
Feet planted on the ground,
With no one around,
Not even a sound.
My palms far from my sides,
Arms open wide,
Face toward the sky.
Bath in the silver.
The serene and soothing sight.
Without struggle or plight.
There I stand,
Feet still on the ground,
But above the town,
Over the clouds.
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