Sun dancers dance on rippled waters' wave,
sparkling like diamonds to soothe and save.
Trees wave their boughs to me in the wind,
shedding their leaves like tears I have sinned.
Pale moon casts shadows of stark contrast,
an eerie landscape conjuring nocturnal’s past.
Full grain ripples in waves of content,
to soothe my senses like letters I've sent.
Clouds billow and pillow in the softest bed,
a white on blue canvas to lay my head.
Sun dancers dance in the grace of the sun,
On the edge of the canyon, life’s begun.
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