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THE STREAM BELOW,
MOVES SILENTLY,
THE STILL AIR GENTLY WARMS.
THE SUN RISES PATIENTLY,
NO NEED TO RUSH OR HURRY.
THE TREES CREATE A HAVEN,
PROTECTING THAT'S BELOW.
THE SUNS LIGHT ILLUMINATES,
THE TOP CROWNS OF THE TREES,
YET LET'S SOME LIGHT PASS THROUGH.
A QUIET PLACE TO STAND,
AND WATCH FROM HIGH ABOVE,
ENJOY THIS PLEASANT VIEW.
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SUNRISE RIDGE
SUNRISE RIDGE
