DawnSet
The wind smells like cut grass
I taste a rainstorm in the air
All life is green and silver
The muddy earth soaks up my feet
Scattered birds sing far away
A peaceful orange sun glows
Hovers over the mountain
Across the river wide
Through the forest trees
Far past the mud
And the cut grass in which I stand
The calm fades into memory
My eyes fall down and I am lost
Is this the sunset or the dawn?
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