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In the early morning light, the world awakens,
A canvas painted with hues of gold and amber.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the horizon,
Their peaks kissed by the soft embrace of clouds.

Rivers meander like silver ribbons,
Reflecting the sky's ever-changing moods.
Trees sway gently, their leaves a symphony,
Rustling whispers of secrets held through time.

Fields of wildflowers dance in the breeze,
A riot of colors, a celebration of life.
The sun dips low, casting a warm glow,
As twilight drapes the landscape in a soft embrace.

In this serene beauty, the heart finds peace,
Nature's poetry, a balm for the soul.
Each moment a reminder of the world’s grace,
In the whispers of the landscape, we find our place