early morning rise
stepping outside
gather up the paper
glancing up
at the sky
not a cloud
to cover
the star studded
night
someone had mixed
a bucket of
sparkles and tossed
upward picturesque
against the black
ink of nothingness
like twinkling
christmas lights
some bright
others not
quite beautiful
thousands to see
what did the ancient ones
wonder as they sought
to reach and touch
beyond their grasp
always there
always changing
with the seasons
after all these
years still amazes
the beauty of nature
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