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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 31, 2008 0:50:57 GMT -5
SUNRISE GLORY
My eyes flutter open in the predawn hours, My face feels the refreshing coolness of the early-morning air. I catch my breath as I eagerly gaze out of the open window. I can see the picturesque lake across which a sliver of the most brilliant and eye-catching red crests the top of the dark forest. Serene hues of hazy, dream-like lavender, pretty shades of rose-pink, orange and amber begin to appear in the soft blue sky, where a twinkling star sparkles in almost solitary splendour. Silver mist rises gently from the quiet waters of the lake, All is calm and still.
Suddenly, the rays of a brilliant sun bursts forth in ever-glowing radiance through the silent forest. The earth begins to awaken from its peaceful slumber, as a new morn is born. A blue heron swiftly rises from the other end of the lake, flapping its wings, as it gently fans its way over the water, winging its way to distant lands. The lake awakens at the melodic call of a loon to herald the new day. The soft hues of dawn turn bright with the beautiful advent of the day, as the rich colours of sunrise soar majestically into the sky. Swirls of pearl mist rise gracefully over the lake, crowning the sunrise amphitheatre in radiant glory.
© MIRIAM JACOB
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