Light strikes sideways,
Low and golden.
Rainbows and browns rise.
The crowns of the trees gently sway,
In the momentary ebb and flow of the wind.
Colorful ripples dance on the lake,
And then smooth out like a carefully made bed, reflecting pillowy clouds.
Fire expands in a cloudless sky,
Anticipating the brilliance of stars to come.
I am alone, and small.
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