The dark blue sky, stretches, into the soft
Violet clouds, that dwarf the dark hills
Floating upon the yawning sea of morning.
The fish are bouncing along the silver streaked surfaces
With ripples gliding their way out, to, meet
The rays racing from the roaring sun
Beyond the long lush meadow that acres the uptaken mountain,
Before the glistening grass awakens the sleeping ladybird
The raindropped rose bows down to start the startled gun
And the bumbling bees hum out from their hives
To stumble onto the flaring flowers, to ignite their fragrant haze,
The beam has brought about the valley, entranced by its glow,
The sparkling sea sprays playfully now with glee
As the streams trickle down into a steady flow.
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