From morning light, the crimson bird
Rises on the horizon sprouted
With fluffy feathers that soothes
The living souls under the gaze
Guided by the trees that line
The blank path, each step
Moving Forward on a journey
Full of unique embellishments
And sights to behold.
The rise has finally lit up the sky
Giving new light to the
Staunchy elms, whistling warblers, wrecking
Woodpeckers, and hungry hawks
Keen for the next meal that will show
In the opening above the stagnant
Pond that sports poisonous copper triangles
And outrageous otters whose swim
Matches the backstroke's masterpiece
It was six miles they said
But I saw something more
I saw steps until the
Bird returns to the nest
And the world falls asleep.
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