I awoke before the world
As the morning began
Sat cup in hand watching
Faint mist roll over meadows
Reveal and mask distant hills
Here is true beauty I thought
The sun sat high burning
Through cloud and mist
As though to say a good day beckons
The scent of the dew in the air
Fresh and sweet
I sat holding my cup
Nursing my drink
Waiting for the world to awake
To the beauty I looked upon
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