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That Storm

That storm is approaching rapidly. The vision of its fury is formidable. I see people running away. Clouds descend and I see them no more. I wonder what my fate will be. Should I hide from the danger in fear? … Continue reading

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The Ways of the Sky

How do I know the ways of the sky? I see the clouds pass in the wind. I feel the sun as it caresses my face. My garden is nourished by the falling rain. Some imagine they can predict it … Continue reading

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The Rising Sun

Today, I watched the sunrise. I remembered a dawn from long ago. The fading moon has fled the sky again. My eyes reviewed the dome above me. The sky is always beautiful. As a bird called, I looked up. As … Continue reading

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Snow Memories

Perhaps you remember the falling white snow. The earth was blanketed with mounds and drifts. I was prepared because I saw the changing sky. My plans were adjusted for the imminent blizzard. In the summer I sleep beneath the stars. … Continue reading

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Jewels in the Sky

See the jewels in the sky—they each are a precious world. Someday you may walk on one. Someday you will travel far. Sometimes, I expect too much from the future. I want to promise you the journey that fills my … Continue reading

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The Vast Blue Sky

Underneath the vast blue sky                 days follow days like a parade. Underneath the vast blue sky                 the oceans meet the mountains. When I was younger,                 my soul was full of mysteries. When I was younger,                 I wondered why the blue? … Continue reading

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Swallow

I see a swallow dart through the sky. Its aerial dance proves that it is free. As I marvel, I wonder who the choreographer is. In the barn, there is a mountain of hay. I play there jumping from bale … Continue reading

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