Original Beauty
Hiking still onward
Toward where we touch the sky
Orange, upon the silhouette
Of mountains
Sunlight, upon the now barren
Tree tops
A morning star
I gaze upon
To call it a lovely sight
Does it no justice
For here is where no other
Dare to venture
Untouched, by human hand
Nature still pure
Still beautiful.
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