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we stand in awe,

the land’s own symphonic, siren song

holding us superficially frozen in place

we swim in the surreal of a holographic lake,

sink into a whisper of wonder that leaves us

weightless – transported – enchanted

everything is connected

we float on a lavender breeze,

admiring the earth’s own symmetry,

rising to pluck wishes from the sky

as if the stars were flowers,

daffodil dreams illuminating

a field of raven black in ephemeral light,

a meadow of wildflowers turned into a starry night,

dawn’s touch yielding to this beauty in the dark

we find our muse within the gloaming,

where even the simple things shine,

where even the shadows have a gleam contained within

-ashley jane