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Trail Majesty
The wind danced,
slowly caressing
a goldfinch song
in ethereal morning mist.
The trees responded,
in unison,
the ballet began,
softly.
Lyrics emerged,
from the silence,
golden wings gathered
and swiftly pirouetted.
My heart raced,
my eyes teared,
Oh, beautiful morning,
Oh, beautiful day.
Thanksgiving,
for such a site,
For Earth,
For Breath,
For Life.