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Uncovered and Awakened

Uncovered and Awakened

Beautiful formed creation
Natural and pure at it’s beginning
Uncovered and awakened from sleeping under the blanket of darkness

The warmth of the sun rises over the mountains and hill tops
Caressing them to life with the gentle kiss of the wind

The wind blows across the valley through the bushes and grass
causing the motionless statue to sway to it’s soft music

Warmth of the sun
Gentle rain
Gentle breeze
Awaken the maple tree from it’s dark cold sleep
nurturing it to erect toward the sky in it’s strength
In it’s prosperity ooze the sweet maple sap that is craved.

Warm of the sun
Gentle rain
Gentle breeze
cascading through the canon
Awaken the deep fountains of life from their dark cold sleep
stimulating them to gush into living streams that the salmon swim up to spawn .

Beautiful formed creation
Natural and pure at it’s beginning
Uncovered and awakened from sleeping under the blanket of darkness

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 8 2017

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Stephen, lovely lines, loved this

Warmth of the sun
Gentle rain
Gentle breeze
Awaken the maple tree from it’s dark cold sleep.

Warm regards.

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