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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.