Nothing could be more beautiful now
Than these mountains,
Green with mosses and grasses and lush undergrowth,
Rock crevices illuminated in the golden glow of summer's dusk.
The clouds are blue-grey after the rain,
And the smell of fresh new beginnings is the residual humidity.
Rainbow hues beautify the southern skies as the sun
Slowly drops out of sight in the West.
My heart is happy here.
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