Sunrise StemA Poem by Spencer Barker
Panes of light shine through the tops of trees,
leaving not the rains of previous night spree. The clouds of day float through, the leavings beautiful and true. Transition from transition, orange shimmers into pink, as deep blue, to aqua. Green strikes the land, in which the rays shine, ever so bright, upon it. Mountains build up, snow glittering the nearby, ever so cold, but warm at glance. Throughout the land, ever so bright, do the people reunite. And once again, does the sunrise stem.
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