Morningrise
A whisper
Beginning amongst the soil
Through the heart of snow and ice
Neath the roots of fallen trees
Spirits are awakened
Amid rapid colorings
And dramatic paintings
Rendering the sky a dream of chaos
Through this clarity
We see seasons left at a standstill
Useless to the greater forces of nature
Awestruck as the human who passes below
The race cries out but the world remains silent
And yet there is a pause in his stride
He turns if only for a second, to gaze upon the creations of his sleep
The morningrise is quite beautiful
He would have said
A whisper
Beginning amongst the soil
Through the heart of snow and ice
Neath the roots of fallen trees
Spirits are awakened
Amid rapid colorings
And dramatic paintings
Rendering the sky a dream of chaos
Through this clarity
We see seasons left at a standstill
Useless to the greater forces of nature
Awestruck as the human who passes below
The race cries out but the world remains silent
And yet there is a pause in his stride
He turns if only for a second, to gaze upon the creations of his sleep
The morningrise is quite beautiful
He would have said



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