Slowly darkness is transformed
Pastel hues tinged with grey
Through morning mists
turn night to day
A partridge screams
Morning is born
A bleeding sun over the horizon
I watch speechless
as God's light gives birth
to nature's creatures
our beautiful earth
A fragment of a moment
I stare in awe
God's own creation
spectacularly drawn
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