A world seemingly unreal

Waits for our eyes to see

As we wander –

Lost or with purpose –

Always blindly

Beauty rises with the sun

And clouds fall below the mountains

The sky opens into day

Spectacular and breathtaking

A world waits

For our notice

As the days unfurl

As the East is reeled back

Into nightfall and endings

A world waits

For us to begin living – Caroline A. Slee


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