Sunrise

Standard

Fine mist

Touches the ground

The sun shyly yawns

behind the hill

Dewdrops form

On my hands

And young creatures spread their wings

As I lie on the ground

Watching in wonder

The beauties of the morning

Are comparable to nothing

On this earth

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