Morning solace

The smell was sweet

A fresh fruity but musty scent
That moved through the trees
A quiet chime through the trees

A path well cut by nature
And watched for by no bone
differently,

The rudiments creating and altering
In ways known best-

Our mortal hearts stood still
Observing, absorbing

Taking in peace
Before the rest of the world

Woke up for another day.

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