We glide and dip in high and low currents.
On a breath of air,
With skies coloured red and yellow
And orange, deadly night,
Becomes friendly morning.
Between the clouds, little specks of light
Dance into view,
Vision impaired but not too much,
You can still watch out for the beautiful sun,
Peppered stars, a few still visible in the smashing
Day. Flowers wake up, barking dogs stand up,
Deer leap again, sheep bound on the hill peaks
Once more.
In the dream of green vales, there is such a time as this,
Placed amongst this happy scene.
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