Sunset

It was hard to see clearly but the gray lit skies slowly started to perish and blue hues took way into the sky eventually being followed by an array of orange casting across the open fields and coating the trees with its golden light. The peak was beautiful.. not only was the land feeding off the natural warmth, but so was my body filled with a refreshing sense of energy... as the sun rose, the world came alive 🌞🌎

This poem is about: 
Our world

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