Shine Far

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The mist creeps through the trees in a chill early morning sight,
All beings within have risen from their slumber and rest in the light,
The flora of the glade blossoms with a sunrise kiss
As time passes, the sun shows these fields it’s only bliss,
And with a kiss of its iris, depending on who you are,
Including the beings of the nocturnal Star,
Good morning or Good night.