Dawn, the waking moments when the sky comes alive, when colors expand from blues into yellows, oranges, and reds. The world is great canvas on which the painted sky awakens first before the land. Clouds of wind born forms twist themselves in moods of weather shapes. Then the first flame of the sun rises through the lower trees, lapping at the edges, while the lower clouds move across the air. Above, the windy masses form a wall of bluish-grey. Still the tops of the swamp pines are dark, rising into the colored dawn. At this hour the gentle thoughts are fresh and pure.
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