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5:35. November.

Dark predawn.

Sliver of moon cupping the sky;

Silver pine tree standing guard.

All is well. All is well.

Soon the moon will rest her own vigil

And slip away inconspicuously

As vigorous sun arises, stretching mightily

And the birds send glowing reports his way.

All is well. All is well.

Lauded and applauded, master Sol will beam

Awakening the world with his pleasure

And spirit of new life will be abundantly absorbed-

Invigorating, infusing all.

Pine tree guard relaxes in obscurity.

All is well. All is well