The distant mountains
Pale
in the mist
Reach
up to the sky like children
Waiting
to be kissed
As
the sun comes slowly into view
It
turns the vast sky blue
Birds
awaken bright as the day
As
if to chase the night away
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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