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     While driving from my hometown to Baltimore, I witnessed a remarkable sight. It was during the wee hours of the morning, probably about 4am. I was weary and lacking in sleep. However, I was determine to witness daybreak while in the inner lining of the mountains. By the time 5am rolled around, I was bouncing in my seat to techno music trying to stay awake. I intended to pull over and rest after the breaking of the dawn. Finally, at 5:30, light began peeping through the clouds. At 5:45, orange and red begin to explode like a sweeping fire across the sky. It was remarkable! The mountains as its back dropped made me truly appreciate my surrounds and the blessing of being able to live in such a place where I could see such a sight.   It brought about a poem.

“Oh, how I long for the colors of your gownIt’s red hues and orange sashes draping about.
Oh, how lovely, your most elegant crown”
Light blues with wispy pearls of a cloudy white
If only I could adorn you with purple silk
And place your throne upon the rolling hills
So that all could see your golden tresses
Complimenting your tone of smooth white milk
Floating about from dawn to dusk
Fading back into the night until the next morning light