The sky is golden
with a wealth of light.
Clouds float through
a silent mist of gossamer
with a rhythm all their own.
Joy is present.
A moon rises in a jeweled sky.
There's a calm unknown .
Whippoorwills sing their lullabies
as a day retires.
Peace is present.
A sun rises again and yawns into
a new day of to-dos.
Morning breezes silently raise the curtains of dawn
and birds greet life.
Magic is present.
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