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Tomorrow we will again start
 
From behind the hills came a gloden morn
Ambrosial winds bring a splendor newly born
Crimson to orange, glimmers the virgin snow
The prayer bells ring and birds croon low
And on the brae, the pine trees free
Sing the ancient lore of sky and sea
Flowers strewn along the tasseled glen
Smile and say, lo! Its a new day again

And now the sun shines, above the lofty hills
Brightly glows the narrow silver rill
Dances with it the limpid air
In the wooded dell, lovely and fair
Trees sway to the brook tunes
Welcoming yet another noon
With a zeal unbounded and free
Growing fast from a plant to tree

A dapple of colors, sunset, they greet
Earth and sun again meet
Crimson and gold gives way to gray
Bids farewell the last sun ray
Into the night, we must all go
Eager for dawn, is the way, we grow
With hope and courage in our hearts
Tomorrow we will again start.



By Fleur

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Sallee (Sally) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Sallee (Sally) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Sallee (Sally) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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