Gloom hangs in the air this dawn.
Joy and lightness are missing.
The trees are dark, lining the lake,
their reflections in the water even darker.
The sun finally breaks through in the distance behind.
Its rays highlight clouds in a warm coral pink hue.
The birds begin to soar, and
the heaviness starts to lift.
April 27, 2021~DRM~
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