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The sun has made its way,
half past rise to noon,
no clouds in sight,
a warm fresh air filled day.
The suns rays pierce the trees,
and silloute the earth.
Light beams stream,
a yellow, orange hue.
Shaded shadows are abound,
a whisper breeze blows through.
A quiet place to sit,
and seek this solitude.
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Sunlight through the trees
Sunlight through the trees
