The morning fog obscuring the branches

Of the trees and

Filtering the early morning sunlight.

The far hillside, covered with majestic fir trees,

Rendered to shadowy forms.

The sky white with dawn evolves

In minutes, cloud shapes appearing.

Nearby branches reach out,

Twigs teared by the night’s rain.

The river flows full to its banks

As if impatient to get to the sea.

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