The rising sun
Climbs softly
Over the misty wall of night
And into the glorious morning
Blue skies
Old heather shines
With a deep copper glow
Sepia grasses
Silver, waving
in the gentle breeze
There's gold in the woods
Of a thousand trees
Erupting with light
Wild geese call
from silver waters
And glossy ravens
Singing low
Tumble out
Of clear air
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