The sun rises, casting a mantle of color,
touching the hills, settling the waters.
The sun sets, taking with it the beauty
of light, sneaking down the mountain.
The bird flies and calls, it's song rich,
sweet, setting off a call and response.
The butterfly searches, finding food,
spreading joy and wonder.
The leaves turn, spreading their flames
over the bare earth, dying in fire.
It is there for us to watch with wonder,
what may come on the wind.
touching the hills, settling the waters.
The sun sets, taking with it the beauty
of light, sneaking down the mountain.
The bird flies and calls, it's song rich,
sweet, setting off a call and response.
The butterfly searches, finding food,
spreading joy and wonder.
The leaves turn, spreading their flames
over the bare earth, dying in fire.
It is there for us to watch with wonder,
what may come on the wind.
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