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The sun rises in ancient rose tinged turquoise glory 
Over mountains infinitely older then the sleeping city 

As the steady rhythm of an ocean even older then the mountains 
Washes waves, one after another, on to the shore where gulls 
Begin their daily search pecking for scraps left by yesterday’s humans. 

And the freeways fill with engines burning fossil fuel provided by ferns 
That once greeted the rose tinged turquoise sun that gave them life.