Nature

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From behind the mountain’s sleeping brow,
The sun ascends with silent vow.
Its fingers stretch through morning haze,
Unveiling hope in golden rays.

The sky, a canvas brushed with light,
Wears robes of peace from darkest night.
Each beam a whisper, soft and wide—
A promise where new dreams reside.

The world below still wrapped in grace,
While heaven’s fire begins its race.
And in this hush, this sacred hue,
The soul remembers what is true.

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