The sun peeks a mischievous child
In hide and seek,
Defrosting the windows with its breath;
Mists of a night forgotten by sleep
Fading like a ghost bidding farewell.
I whisk away the blanket of slumber
From my eyes
That I may wonder at nature's tears
Thaw from crystals
In every leaf of greenery
While statuesque trees
Point to heaven in seeming praise,
All these as I traverse
The asphalt-paved wrinkles of this
Prehistoric giant's face.
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