Pastel Morning

In the pastel morning

While the world is still asleep

Sunlight penetrates through the canopies of trees

Sweeping the dust, off the pensive leaves

Dust, so elusive

Swirls and dances

To the tunes of the welkin’s harp

Creating symphonies

Upon nature’s lap

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