Arising on a sculptured cliff
Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar
As she had welcomed me the day before with
A misting flutter through cypress branches.
Yet, pulling back the curtains,
A clear day dawns with
Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon
Like Birthday Streamers
Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.
Surrounded by whistles and chirps,
Frogs sing in their creek while
Monarchs and bees call among
Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:
All the world will celebrate
And say you are loved
If you listen.
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