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Sky standing still

the orange and the blue

ripples in the winds

rains that fall on cue

little twisting mirrors

that reflect the sun

fading whites and pastels

morning just begun.



Standing on the greens

beneath the trees tall

watching gleaming mirrors

dive and loop and fall

wind playing with my hair

cool air against your skin

yet the sky, it's standing still

stirring things within.



Watching the morning pass

although she does not move

she watches us with blue eyes

she has something to prove

that our time here, precious

she won't urge us on

linger in the silence

and then, we'll move along.