Orange on the horizon makes the beginning of the day so does the end.
So many colors marking the depth of nature... it's a caricature
Flying high adding to the beauty as if they have a purpose, a duty.
Black and grey as they sway... the land begins to smell sweet.
Pouring down it quench es the thirst of longing beings, engulfing her in green and brown.
All their houses flow apart, none mind nor complain, so is their wisdom
Colors of black and orange pass one after another, as a new beginning holds
New houses new feathers news legs and a new story to be told.
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