Morning clouds savor the sun;
Lingering layer upon layer,
Like comfortable bed clothes
Wrapped in warmth.
ln a moment soon gone,
They paint the sky
From edge-to-edge
With red-orange brush;
Indescribable hues of beauty.
The entire world seems to stop,
To behold such a giant canvas;
That soon melts away;
Leaving only a memory,
Until tomorrow.
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