Re-Birth:
I looked out on the
early sunrise
The mountains peaks
Floating on the nimbus
sea
The waves tinged with
streaks of gold
The gentle breath of
Gaia blows
The gossamer of gentle
souls
Through the mist of
dreams
Visions
Thoughts
Desires
To a time when she was
not so old
A time of creation
A time of birth
The beauty of mother
earth.
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