The sun rises over the clouds low bank,
its light reflected through raindrops left during the night,
clinging to the pines, cedars and firs.
Diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires sparkle in the trees.
The west sends a gentle breeze
that carries smoke from the wood stove,
making the sunbeams visible.

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