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Have you seen a foggy mist,
Lie upon the mountain's edge,
On a cool morn in spring,
When the sun just awakens?
Have you seen a bright moon,
Alit upon its black canvas?
To throw night-light upon the Earth,
Its silvery glow upon the land.
A slight breeze blowing,
Across one's face at twilight.
And the fresh ocean's scent;
Lungs drink to thrill deep inside.
The warm sand squishes between toes,
Caresses a tired heel, soothing;
Tiny diamonds yield to your step,
And remember your passing with a print.
As one's pace finds an open field,
Of the most golden grassy straw.
The flitter-bugs buzz around the stalks,
Furry buds tickle at your knee.
The cricket chirps his song,
As the bright sun drenches,
Quiets to a hush as you pass,
Sings again when your heel has left.
The cold stream bubbles up,
And lazily passes by you.
Carefree to where it goes;
Winding onward and away.
Senses to awaken one to life,
Touches and whispers,
Sings and soothes,
Mother Earth loves.
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