A description of day.

Twisting turning; the dawn soaked clouds of mourn,

falling, falling, lone woman calls to those who heed her,

unbenounced to life, with it's rythem and sound she; woman calls.

Listen to the heartbeat of the wild, the trees flowing in their effortless dance,

the sun radiating life to she, Earth. Earth with her ground,

her nectar to the flower we call life; living, breathing,

walking, talking.

The End

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