1The morning sun rises,a painted leaf sails downstream,The heron takes flight 2Trees are mirrored,the swan glides in their shadows,rain drops kiss the lake 3Chill autumn morning,her feet skip along the path,a sweet memory
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The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise,frosted forest fields glisten,a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms,a doe bows at the river,soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged,dark clouds give way to blue skies,eyes closed, time stopped. The kettle whistles,rising from my window seat,the new day begins.