Creation
Roaming clouds move steadily south
A broad circulation
The golden sun still shines hidden
Peeking on creation
The noise of the day rises
Quiet almost gone now
Moments to hear soft bird calls
Nearly disappeared somehow
There is a dove cooing softly
A rooster crows a weak sound
All settled in the foggy hollow
As car tires nosily abound
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