God's Alarm Clock
Soft sun seeps through the musky scent
of strong pine trees, painting
the forest in a subtle hue of
golden greens, embroidered in
fresh morning dew.
Cool air tickles and meanders
through, rousing canopies from
their slumber.
Melodious chirps chime a eurhythmic
rhyme, piercing the silence of
the damp dark Earth.
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