Dawn
A now pale moon finishing its journey.
A gray light floating in the air,
making seeing more difficult.
From the lake light pieces of fog are rising,
covering the earth.
The stars are fading.
The silence broken by the singing of a bird,
welcoming the new morning.
The wind is suddenly blowing cold through the forest.
The gray light is fading
as the sky slowly turns orange,
telling of the soon rising sun
and promising its warm rays.
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