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Early morn …
Fog hovers and envelops
As far away as the eyes could see-
But soon … dancing rays shuffle, crawl and creep
Through the quietly sleeping woods-
Light pierces faintly …
Then swiftly it sweeps
And edges away its energy
Until all its wispy thin, and soft brightness explodes
Throughout
the floor and horizon-
It
seemingly whispers, “Wake up …
Straighten your bodies …
Lift your arms …
And proudly hold up your crown!
Catch the rays of my energy
And let the nourishment of the day
Flow
from your hands and feet.”
Mid-morn
…
The
forest dance begins!
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