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The Light morning drizzle,

Why not take a swivel?

The sun through the clouds,

both the quiets and louds.

The smell of wet Earth,

And everything that's worth.

Wet Grass and dew,

Is everything to rue.

The waves and shore,

The beach and even more.

The sky and its shades,

But our vision fades.

The stars in the night,

Are beacons of light.

Dreams of a distant land,

Faces in the sand.

Mountains standing tall,

Fathering avalanches that fall.

The white of the snow,

But the dark is a blow.

Yin and Yang,

The little birds sang.

Birds of Life,

And all that is rife.