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the morning whispers her song
in a fluid moving motion
quietly she changes
with a shift of direction
a subtle suggestion
of changing her mind

gallant trees acknowledge
her melodious gesture
inclined to follow her lead

strong and powerful
bold and supreme
towering above all other things
veiled yet revealed for all to see

thunderous as lightning
circular in motion
vibrance of existence
the redwood breathes
in a grove called sequoia

below the quiet, serene fog
deep valleys make way
to cold flowing streams
nourishing without allay

in speechless serenity
the sequoias grow
as tall as imagined
in a grove just beyond