A mixture of red, a tint of orange and a shade of blue,
All come together to establish something new:
A coil of colours, a canvas for an artist, in sight,
Produces a master- piece before my eyes.
Sitting on the edge, beside crushed rocks,
Effortlessly create a mental block.
To focus, only on this beautiful view,
Soon to come, the glorious morning dew.
Golden sphere arises, illuminates the surroundings,
Never laid my eyes on something so astounding.
For no man can appreciate to such a high extent,
Hearts filled with ingratitude and discontent.
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