The solitary sun breaks on my horizon,
illuminating the sea of grains in which I stand.
Gentle and soft winds blow freely through my hair,
before cascading into their easterly flight.
To the west, mountains grow,
casting shadows upon new fallen snow;
and to the north, an eagle flies,
its wing contrasts to a cloudless blue sky.
I smile, yet a tear rolls down-
for such beauty isn't easily found.
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