Sunrise
Glowing red ball, slowly rising.
Leaving the horizon behind on its journey.
The sky is glowing pink and orange.
In the valley is moist fog.
The trees seem to be drowning in it.
Like white water flowing beneath them.
The wind carefully blowing,
lifting and destroying the light, floating sea of fog
above the silent lake of water.
Blue and cold.
The surface not moving.
Like a surface of glass, a mirror.
And as the fog is slowly giving sight
to the lake and the forest in the valley,
the red ball is climbing higher in the sky
and turning yellow.
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