Behind us, an orange and
pink dawn bleeds across
the lip of the earth, ahead
the blurred image
of a meandering stream
kisses this stand of birches,
sensuous and regal
as they whisper thanks
slowly revealing earth's
infinity of secrets
underneath eagle and hawk,
weather and cloud--
this blue fountain of whirling
planets, shrouded stars
overflowing overhead
with songs of peace,
of lament, of release,
beckoning for everyone
future's unnameable gifts.
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