A silhouette in sunrise,
A scene from another time,
A mighty stag on the hill,
Antlers of multiple tine.
He raises his head towards the sun,
And let's out an ancient cry,
The start of winter has begun,
Blow cold does the winds of Time.
I greet him with a bow and a wave,
And the great beast stands fast,
And then I glimpse the colour of his frame,
And I am in awe of a legend from the past;
The White Hart.
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
The red of tulips, standing tall beyond the grass, The orange of sunset, the way it glows and fills the sky. The yellow of buttercups, lining the soft grass beneath me.
Through the heavens, across the sky,. The bird of fire shall always fly,. Over the treetops, gliding on the air,. Feral, wild, no home, no lair,. Evil flees, blackness runs,.
Shimmering silver moon rays light the icy crystal clear river. Ebony black trees soar into the inky heavens. Brightly glowing stars glimmer in ancient constellations.
Warm, soft golden rays of light cascade onto the vividly vibrant earth. lapis lazuli, ruby, amber, jade, and indigo pattern beautiful flowers that gleam like precious jewels.
As the sun peeps over the horizon Night has gone to rest I wonder whether the sun shall shine.
Soaring trees burn with gleaming, copper leaves. Elegantly, swirling on a icy breeze shimmering, bronze leaves dance. Gracefully, nature sprites whisper through the glittering, auburn forest.
Pretty cherry blossoms blowing on a gentle breeze. Sweet scented perfume floats on the air and tease. An arched canopy of trees with luscious green leaves.
The leaves are blowing. Just for me. Twirling swirling. Beneath the tree. They seem so playful. In the breeze. Dancing prancing. Completely free. The colours mesh. So beautifully. Rusty red.
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