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Hidden Nature
The eagle soars o’er the
Clear sky,
The hare gallops through
The meadow,
At dawn, the sun races
Down the orange horizon.
A beautiful site it is,
But alas, it must end;
What comes about is
Glorious:
What many see as a
Gloomy, dreary void
Of darkness is actually
A dazzling, awesome sight.
The stars casts it lights
Into the skies as the trees
Wave in the soft breeze
The air lusters up.
A wolf howls at the
Shining moon;
All of these concurrences
Little to see by many,
But fathom
This sight,
For you shall have
Unlock the beauty
Of the night.
