everywhere i look is a painting

orange clouds across the sky

like someone opened up a crayon box and decided to pick some new colors

and scattered bright lights hovering above the ground

fairies making processions across the land

each star calls out a name

until all you hear is a cacaphony of names

like raindrops

collecting dew in the sunlight

and the instant when a drip becomes a trickle 

and a stream 

and everything in luscious bloom

a mist swirls in the air

making plants and trees and animals sing with delight

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