Light so bright it will bring a tear to your eye.

Trees so green you would think the crayon drew them in.

A master of few and a tradesman of many.

Circles in grass to taunt the minds of brilliance.

Oceans of  sand to weary clouds upon the horizon.

Shadows cling to the corners so subtle.

Windows claim to be openings to the soul.

Fight or flight is always a response.

The end is always near.

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